Reflection

Night glimmers briefly on the skin
of an evening street slick with rain:
leaves plastered like stars,
a scattered spattering of drops
shatter, puddle and flood,
the lights of passing cars skim by
trailing red like sparklers streaking sky.

But here beneath the corona of a streetlamp,
the depth of the world reflected:
pines inked tall against the wind,
library windows wrapped with light,
the moon spinning, sinking deeper into night.

We walk, your laughter rises, dissipates,
but its echoes move me like waves at high tide.

by Kelly Vaughan
January 1998

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Original Poems by Kelly Vaughan