In darkness
I listen to blues on a radio:
Mississippi John Hurt: “make me
a pallet on your floor” …

Lightning flashes outside, thunder
a short distance away.

Some darkness
is friendly, like a cup of tea.

You learn something
in the dark –

                                – fringes of light

you write down some words
you hope they like to hear
in New York

in New York
where darkness never comes
and thunder lingers
like a dream.