The Invitation - Poetry by Ira Joe Fisher
- David Saunders
- Sep 18, 2025
- 1 min read
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.
Ira Joe Fisher
Email: irajoefisher@gmail.com
Phone: 203-912-1457
The Invitation - Poetry by Ira Joe Fisher
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