Saturday, July 12, 2008

Monsoon Season

The rain is melting the windshield. No wipers.
Streetlights become sparklers, and I become you.

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Thirty-Eight Lights

Night. It's the Fifth of July,
but I see fireworks. Barricade light blinks the street orange.
Flashbulbs everywhere like toy lightning.
A police car. The beacon pirouettes,
but no siren. No sound.

Thirty-eight lights live and die each second,
and no one else seems to notice. Oh,
and the pharmacy next door is on fire.