Late in the Night

reading
Herman Melville,
        I thought I had been called
             a voice in the next apartment
             called out

something
incoherent,
        indecipherable.
             I knew my neighbor was alone
             like me,

reading
Herman Melville,
        perhaps, late in the night.
             I sat and listened, the whole world
             pausing.

A Red Poem: Walking Out to See

sunrise
      at Mexico
             Beach--among the broken
mussels and cockles one perfect
                   moon shell.

Return to the front page of this issue:   Amaze   Vol. 2, No. 2   Fall & Winter, 2003.
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These poems are Copyright © 2003 by Leslie Whatley.