The Boulevard

3:00am

the silence of the boulevard

woke me up.

Domes of light 

from small hanging moons

     night lights for cars 

guide the way home.

My hope,

everyone is where

they wanted to be.

The hush has a buzz in it,

     (why do you tilt your head to make it out?)

probably invisible waves from Radio City

    (why do we imagine they're blue?)

on their way through the ether.

    (if no one hears them, do they just keep going..?)

The sound

of sound 

you can't hear.

In a few hours

lights off,

all quiet lost, 

the boulevard drowns

in waves of sound.

Ken Owen   Van Niddy Press   July 2013