Porch Light Vigil

(hummmmmmm) The porch light spills across the concrete lines

He parked his heavy truck right where he said he wouldn't

Beside the faded plastic roses in the dust

While the drawer stays open on a hotel page (ahhhhhhh)

There's a quiet sort of faith out in the heat

Underneath the porch light and the plastic leaves

We leave the pages open just in case To catch the dust

blowing

through this place