Windy Night, Spirals of leaves and Street Lamps

Windy Night, Spirals of leaves and Street Lamps

A Poem by Samuel Ferris

The lot lit up in orange light
was overgrown with the little things
people left behind: papers,
cigarettes, coffee cups,
piles of dead leaves and perennial pedals, 
were left sputtering, battling it out
with the wind and the concrete.

I gathered the image of intricate play
as i pushed the column of carts through 
the empty lot, as i locked the broken picket fencing
that went unsold, as i pushed towards the end of my shift.

It is always this time of night that i become susceptible to the idea,
that my destiny lies with the trash, that i too am intertwined and spiraling up
on the wind. 
The thought unfolds itself behind my eyes and in the corners- the nooks 
and cracks in consciousness-as the wind kicks up a cup, and a few leaves.

For a moment, i am swept up in it; for a moment, i have been set free with the idea that i too am entirely disposable.  

© 2010 Samuel Ferris

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To be one with our surroundings is natural for humans, we change to become more like the place we live. You have made the garbage blowing in the wind beautiful. Thank you for sharing.

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Samuel Ferris
Samuel Ferris

Rochester, NY

I enjoy reading and writing, playing guitar, piano, and composing music. I enjoy reading the poetry of Seamus Heaney, TS elliot, William Carlos Williams, EE Cummings, Lorca, pablo neruda, emily dicke.. more..