Background traffic

Background traffic
rushes constant
indistinctly
witching hour holds
its secrets, close to the chest
as pocket aces
on a table, full
to the brim with suckers

night yellowed
sodium lights splash
upon pavement
parked cars of black,
or blue, perhaps green
thank god the police
aren’t asking for a description

soon the cliche will come
that it is darkest before dawn
despite that being
demonstrably untrue,
a diplomatic term for
bullshit.

Mystique breeds

Fish Creek, Hyder, Alaska at dark. Photo by Andrew Mackay.
Fish Creek, Hyder, Alaska at dark.
Photo by Andrew Mackay.

Mystique breeds in dark spaces
as light wanes, fades, dims, and disappears
the river obeys no
noise ordinance
its rushing gains majesty
performing with a symphony of crickets
as the backing band.