Week 49 - Eraser

Slowly coming to the end of a year of this. Winding down, down, down...

I write the pieces one week in advance to submit to David, and a lot can change in that time. It's strange reading back a piece I wrote only seven days ago and struggling to relate to it.


The streetlights are bouncing,

wild overhead.


There sits a car breathing hard at the cold,

In that half-hearted way that a night can unfold.

With a look

stretched tightly

across of its face.

Hardened by searching,






I can’t remember the last time I sat still.



Words copyright Matt Vesely. Image By SFloridaMusic (Own work) [CC0], via Wikimedia Commons - https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mercury_Vapor_Streetlight.JPG