Lonely lights, shining faithfully.
For whom?
Lonely light--over an old doorway no one uses any more.
Lonely light--far out in a field of tanks, pipes, rusty valves.
Dirty in an iron cage.
Lonely light--high on a pole beside a country road,
blinking now and then, proclaiming something to the predawn woods.
(previously published in Summer Wind, an anthology of Appalachian poetry)