“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