Tone Poem
Wet neon brilliance along the macadam
Red tumbling streaks down the trolley's track.
The splintered, flickered rain
Wings around my hidden warmth
And seeps throughout the woolen nimbus of a coat

I walk the tumbling streaks of red
Moving light reddened in rain:
Some mystic phantasmagoria
Of all the many ends of footsteps.
They are spit and spattered through the rain
Overturning dim remembrances.

Catapulting rays of the road
Chaotic fire of cobblestone
Whisks of light:
Hazy convolutions of mind.
There is scheme in the zigzagging
But sometimes the brain unwinds confusion.

David Napolin