Special Guests Week (+): #2

Today's featured guest poet is: Don Webb


No Reason to Be Here


So far away, the cars can be

Seen only in one windowpane.

It is night, the thick night of winter

So thick I can’t believe

the cars can even move

In their tiny frame.

They are going to places I used to love

To bars and restaurants , bookstores

home.

But the darkness caught up with me

It is thick, and I am hiding

In my empty office

As high as the freeway overpass

No work

No reason to be here

Eventually the sounds

of the building will scare me

And I will go home