Lonely Light Poem by Francis Santaquilani

You never sent postcards,

So I place you.

I can't imagine you in sunlight.

If I place you,

If I care to at all,

It's from my car and

It's at night.

I place you always under

A lonely light,

In a out-of-the way place.

Tonight I watch you


From the interstate:

I see you walk down

A gravel road and

Pass under a single lamp

Atop a tall wooden pole,

Your shadow bumps

Along a wall of corn till

Billboards block my view.

Maybe tomorrow I'll place

You under a streetlight, at

An ungodly hour, and

Watch you mail a postcard.