"NIGHTVISION"
by Rick Taylor

home, he pulled into the driveway of his own house
there were lights burning as he left them in series

the table was set with 3 places, 2 of these occupied
by whom he could not definitively say (faces thus)

imagined them to be his wife and daughter speaking
perhaps of what he might be doing were he here now

there was a melancholy hanging from the chandelier
the woman looked up, feeling a presence (first draft)

sometimes the dead don’t know they’re dead she said
touching her daughter’s hand in the mirror a nice pair

it occurred to him that he had left the car idling alone
out there, through the frost-hole where he put his eye

a mist had settled, obscuring all things except the dog
he knew from many years ago (it couldn’t be) oh I see