From Picture to Page: Home Stretch

It was past eight at night on South Huntington Avenue. Never have the time or lack of cars to walk in the middle of the road and take a picture, but last Thursday, I did. Thought I stood still, but I must have did it too quickly because the photo looks like I was running or in a car. I took it and wrote the poem below.

Home Stretch

Lightspeed
not enough
move forward,

only blur
in those
tired eyes.

If fall
something
moves

enough
to reach
out hand

oh
so
close.