Color by Number

Michael Igoe

Past the sunset,

we’re in pursuit

of leftover angles.

After I work and pray

I might tell you slowly

I can’t make my living

in the latest wilderness.

Armed with a penchant,

for every known answer,

I refused to wonder

about life recorded

in piles of sketches.

But memory muses

when a door closes.

Then destiny seeks

steady companions.

Ones who are schooled

in a science of canyons.

Michael Igoe, Chicago now Boston, city boy, neurodiverse, numerous works in journals online and print. Recent:,, Avalanches In Poetry Anthology available at Amazon; National Library Of Poetry Editors Choice Award 1997. Twitter: MichaelIgoe5, . Urban Realism/Surrealism.  I like the night.