vampires & streetlamps/55

by poems & doodles

in a town across the river
there’s a vampire who
it was rumored
liked to spend
nights basking
in the glow of our
county’s solitary
street lamp.

he stands,
they said
with face
upturned, eyes
shut, cape
catching in
the wind,
remembering
the warmth
of the sun.

i saw him once.
unmoving in the puddle
of warm, orange glow.
his alabaster
cheeks reflected
a moonlit blue,
cut high and sharp
like a cliff. he exhaled
slow, purring in
perfect pitch
with the low
hum flowing
through the lamp,
contented.

soon after,
the bulb burnt
out.

and
rumor has it,
no one
ever saw him
again.

***

5/30 Poem Every Day

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