L.R. Harvey

‘And let them all be lovers of the light,
and throw themselves against all sources of

it, searching for a fix — and when they hit
the chilly concrete stoop, all jumbled up

in disarray, let them forget their past
mistakes and try again, again, till they lay

in little furry lumps, their little arms crossed,
scattered around the faded Welcome mat.’

It’s something like this — I just can’t remember if
this was the day when God created men or moths —

or maybe it was possums, like the one
my front-left tire just kissed goodnight, tucked in

to sleep between
the curving yellow lines.

L.R. HARVEY lives in Chattanooga, TN., where teaches English and writes poetry. He has been widely published, and his most recent work appears in The Write Launch, The Tennessee Magazine, and After the Pause.