The Change

by John Davis

We are all becoming light
in white shirts
and black slacks
through the night
We are someone’s remember him
warming our limbs
in the vacant lot fire
and stiff wind
We are the tick in the love song
kiss me kiss me kiss me
the uneven rhythm
the quick solo
We are folding our lives from paper
creasing the cold edges
Words are abandoning us
in the gold light of dawn
We are handing over our keys
that unlocked our cars
to a midnight drive
that cut through fog
We are the high beams
that scream across the white line
and lose all light.