The rain is melting the windshield. No wipers.
Streetlights become sparklers, and I become you.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
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.
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.
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