The Lights

John Pass
From:  There Go The Cars (Windsor: Sesame Press, 1978)

The first time I tried
to write, needing to,

it was about the lights.
They were my lights, coming on

in shadow lengthening
along the flank
of the high ridge across

the river.
I remember looking up

the word caress
for its spelling.

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