Free Verse · General Musing · Poetry

I drove through this town 
Historically Floridian
Just after dusk 

Children biked past 
To safe security 
Of electric lighting 
Dinners, cleanliness
And the dreams 
Of being beloved 

Yellowish glow 
Flows from glass 
Interrupting the night’s
Dark embrace. 

I wonder what 
Such sensation 
Feels like