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


4 thoughts on “Untitled

  1. 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!

Comments are closed.