UP THE BLUE STAIRS

It had rained.

The streetlight flickers as it

has for some time now.

There is that curious

accompanying buzz like a

million bees, as if the on and off

cycling calls them.

Even the stores that line this street

are mesmerized, summoned to it’s

glow. Their shiny ocular glass eyes

stare blankly at me.

Others stand

just at the edge wanting to be

seen by the light

but not quite.

There is an old man walking

down the street.

His shadow looming

just behind him

like some misshaped beast

wanting to become human

but always just out of reach.

 The street light flickers

and he is gone.

It is late as I ascend the

blue stairs. A single overhead

light hangs from the hall ceiling

casting its warm yellow glow

and I’m eaten by the light.