Dead Silence

Heavy Sunday night

Lonely city streets

Blank sidewalks

Locked doors

Empty cars

Pitch dark windows

Families fast asleep

Everybody's home

Except me in a car

After a party

Five scattered stars

A rumbling train

Keeps pushing on its way

Maybe she's listening to

Sontag's voice of hope

On his radio talk show

How far is the corner

Where she seeks me

Weaving dreams

Missing me

As I am

Appealing to fate

Fazeel Azeez Chauhan

8-16-99