Vanish into the Night


My year-long odyssey into the various styles of poetry has taught me many lessons about myself. I enjoy getting lost in the world of rhyming words. There still isn’t one style of poetry I would choose as my favorite to write in. July is the perfect month to create a selection of free verse poems. This style of poetry has no rules, which I find liberating. They don’t have to rhythm, but I suspect mine will rhythm because that is how I roll. One of the poems I plan to share during this month of free verse is Vanish into the Night.

Vanish into the Night

They paved the street last week.

Yesterday morning they painted the lines.

Those that have been with us so long,

And Vanish into the night.

Their heavy equipment is gone

Missing is the crane and the noisy machines.

Gone is the constant beep, beep, beep,

Of the backup warning,

And loud motors revving

The yellow-jacket guys

Didn’t even wave good-bye

Before they vanish into the night.

They were with us so long,

Through the Covid shelter in place

They felt like friends,

Or irritating family members

The ones who come,

With their beep, beep, beep

And won’t go home,

Until they vanish into the night,

With your silverware and life savings,

Only to discover you miss their naughty ways.

Another conspiracy theory

Put to rest in the bed of obscurity.

I wonder if they will ever return.

To cause destruction in the street

And dust in my house

Disturbers of my peace

And leave us lonely when they vanish into the night.

Who is Molly Shea?

Molly Shea is an accomplished fictional short story writer from Indiana who writes short stories and novels about a fictional town called Tecumseh.  To read more of her short stories and adventures, click here.

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Published by henhouselady

I am the author of Saving the Hen House. I didn't know when I started it would turn into a series. I love to ride motorcycles, the blues, my family, and going on adventures. This old hen rocks.

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