This one is by me (Stephanie Sargent), like my Transitional Haikus
fathomless night penetrated here ad there
by ghostly dots of light,
snowflakes on an empty asphalt parking lot
thinly spread by winter's first weak gasp,
vast black spaces beyond measure,
from their perspective.
Imagine you and I
stroll across the asphalt night, burning
cheeks lit by dying lamps rising
over the empty parking spaces,
smiling, smoking imaginary cigars, forgetful
we too fall through space around our sun,
our ghostly dot of light obscured by night
in a midnight universe vast beyond measure.
Nothing is significant.
Yet we are significant
to each other,
from my perspective.