National Poetry Month
Across the road
A light is still on
Up late, like me
Here, procrastinating
There, perhaps reading
Perhaps studying, doing homework
As I should be
Across the road
A light is still on
The window next to it is dark now
Just one window breaks the black
A leaning picture frame
And the shade of blinds
Interrupt the yellow light
The houses are faint
In midnight gloom
Reflections in window
Accentuate the blackness
Make it like a mirror; faint
Indistinct shapes it shows
Hint at the room I’m in
The houses are faint
In midnight gloom
Where all should be sleeping
And yet here I sit
Awake, wishing sleep away
With so much to do
And so little motive to do it