Ambition

A lamppost burned out
on the Ferry Street overpass
as he walked past the light
upper class enough to have an ancestral home
and for reasons not:
it was complicated.
he would say

a fog rolled in from the river
or wherever it comes from
when it mixes the moonlight with headlights
from passing cars and carries the smell of industrial waste
and he found
discovered a city park abandoned of fog and light and people
and imagined a single cricket
industriously scurrying across the city to keep time
and remind the solitary that they were alone
and he couldn't sleep on the wet grass
and was reminded
and this is what it felt like