for one slow day

MIDNIGHT

HIGHWAY

On Christmas day
Time, she slows.
The streetlights shimmer
In red, green glows.

And even the corner
Convenient Food Mart
Seems warm and cozy
A friend to your heart.

Attached, the station
For gas, plastic carded.
I grasp the cold pump
But feel angelically guarded.

The streets, the traffic,
Speed limits obeyed
On their way to their cousins
For whom, daily, are prayed.

And when all have supped
Been toasted and cheered
The children with toys,
The tables all cleared

We pile in the car
Sing good-byes to our dear,
Drive that slow holy highway
When black midnight is clear.