The falling salt of street lamps — DS Maolalai

5am. driving my wife
to the airport.
not talking much
because it’s 5am
except at one point
we have some fun
speculating why a man who’s walking
might be walking
at this time. foxes. some crime
or affair. cars move suspiciously
in around corners
like cats in the garden
when you’re bringing out
potato peels. and no moon,
but the falling salt
of street lamps.
and headlights;
white lines
solid in light rain.

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DS Maolalai has been nominated four times for Best of the Net and twice for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, “Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden” (Encircle Press, 2016) and “Sad Havoc Among the Birds” (Turas Press, 2019)