Poetry For Everyday People

As Words On A Page

Night opens,

the world opens,

a neon open sign
at 4:14 a.m.
gave me Bob Dylan,

same neon sign
at 4:17 a.m.
(different day)
gave me John Prine,

the smell of clean air,
crickets, shutters
half open, faded wood,
blue cheese and warm
French baguettes,

olives,

notebook paper, candles
persuading,

Nancy Griffith,

like a night light
winking,

magic is real.