“Mirrors and Hammers” by Krishna Bhaskar drifts through quiet streets and quieter thoughts, where flickering lamps and cello notes accompany a soul on the edge of memory. It’s tender, haunting, and beautifully restrained—like a midnight drive through the heart.
I’ve been looking for you
in the streets I know
I’ve been shoveling
my emotions like piles of snow
Been driving around
Listening to an old man playing cello
I like the street lamps
when they are dim and yellow
My heart is warm
My eyes are numb
My head is on idle
The odds were dumb
As it gets darker
The night gets colder
The street lamps look warmer
The emotions get bolder
A left on Main
A right on Commerce
Hope the lights are on
And mirrors don’t meet hammers