Member Poem

Blinding light that dazzles from afar,
traffic signal solidly eclipsed,
red or green flash prompt,
at a threshold unbeknownst,
of some charcoal mist reflection,
those hazel eyes of mine, 
begin to question earnestly,
our cluttered forest of existence,
wolfish howls from shadows,
left to whine abandonemant,
shattered moon dark gray,
at some nebulous purlieu,
whose midnight signage numinous,
envelopes, foretells or forestalls,
those  exploits adding color,
to how I sense  a vision,
of the wider-world around me,
rapid rush vehicles nonstop,
behind the wheel  feint figure, 
amorphous in their quest