The Web Poetry Corner - Heather Prudence Davis - Step 2
Step 2
by
Heather Prudence Davis
Walking home alone
after witnessing you
play my songs.
The rain is light
and soft.
The music
is under my skin
deeper than
my infected esteem.
In this game
of magic
there is no greater proof
of different souls
dancing to different tunes
than a rock n roll show.
The machine
IS ALIVE
and intact.