The Invitation - Poetry by Ira Joe Fisher

The Invitation

Window down.  My car glides

along the street-lamp street.

The night air caresses and blesses

my arm reaching

into the almost dark.

Night blackens the leaves

and the auto wind

is the only music playing,

the only music asking

me into its soft sibilant spell.

Day ends and night invites. 

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Ira Joe Fisher

Email: irajoefisher@gmail.com

Phone: 203-912-1457

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The Invitation - Poetry by Ira Joe Fisher