Poem to Be Read at 3 A.M.

by Donald Justice


Excepting the diner

On the outskirts

The town of Ladora

At 3 A.M.

Was dark but

For my headlights

And up in

One second-story room

A single light

Where someone

Was sick or

Perhaps reading

As I drove past

At seventy

Not thinking

This poem

Is for whoever

Had the light on



About Vasilly

Mother, daughter, sister, college student, bookworm, lover of chocolate and coffee.
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4 Responses to Untitled

  1. Gavin says:

    Love it. Thanks.

  2. bookworm says:

    I like it Vasilly. I like the idea of that person not knowing they inspired this poem.
    Great minds think alike, I posted a poem on my blog as well 🙂 Enjoy your weekend!

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