Cars Without Headlights

in this dark slipstream, waiting
the rear-view a silence

so thick it has its own language.

placeholders
in silhouette.

a map vacated.
wanderlust. or streetlight echoes

in flashes
of red paint.

this is where you settle.

each hovering bird
a whisper in the evening

as light fades, its shape:
panther skin or

shadows __ roosting
on hood ornaments

like hungry questions.

~

words: Patrick M. Pilarski, Canada (website & DailyHaiku)
image: Dorothee Lang, Germany (blueprint21)

another blueprintreview car / light poem:
traveling a thin path of light