Midnight Smoke poem by Quill (old host) (Patreon)

An unspoken spool of solidarity threads it’s way between strangers, unseen

Two cars. Two sets of foggy windows.

Facing one another in the swallowing folds of night

Wrapped in a blanket of rain

The twinkling glow of lighters

Flickering back and forth

A kind of wordless Morse code

Their light familiar like the sweet glow of a child’s nightlight

Encircled by a swath of dark trees

That rattle their bones in the thrashing, midnight wind

We huddle in our caves of worn upholstery and glass

Little hearts pattering in metal chests

I wonder what you think of me