Orange Glo
For William Darrell Mays, Jr.By Michael Blaine
Once when
driving home,
sky and low sun
through the rear
car window
filled the interior
while everything
else darkness; above
a steady downpour.
The highway darkness
just past headlights.Real isn’t enough;
sometimes in movies
stuff must be
added to make
the eye believe.
These streets are always
dark and reflect light.Skippers and monarchs
alight on a few flopped
zinnias that surround
the sideyard garden;
the remaining veggies
droop from vines.
Some rot on the dark ground.Evening light
touches the house.
A last tomato just
inches above the mud.
It must have been
light that stuttered
his rushing heart
bathed the shadows
in orange glow.
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