Run across lanes of traffic,
oncoming. Run across
lanes of highway traffic.
Park your car. You have to see this.
You have to be seeing this
wherever you are.
You must be seething this.
Late summer thunderheads.
Enormous, lightning filled, rabbit tails,
and gods and spat curbs and
"damnit"s. "I love her."
Mother superior. Mother nature,
is left off, while we sit the porch
at the hole, waiting for power to come back
in the storms wake.
original works of parts
Smoker 36 (silverfish)
Waking up in Wilkinsburg
for the grocery night shift
legs burning to pound pavement
and tackle a new day
designed for bare fingertips
against house hedges along the sidewalk
to feel the cool.
Tear bed sheets away and see
the silverfish scatter. Wind ripped rain drops.
Raining again. Against window glass.
Pack extra socks. Pack the Sherlock
with cherry vanilla.
Today is going to be alright.
Beth is going to try to one up the story.
Tell it anyway in the locker room
because you will, for a moment,
cross the years and share
first times, hanging up wet jackets.
for the grocery night shift
legs burning to pound pavement
and tackle a new day
designed for bare fingertips
against house hedges along the sidewalk
to feel the cool.
Tear bed sheets away and see
the silverfish scatter. Wind ripped rain drops.
Raining again. Against window glass.
Pack extra socks. Pack the Sherlock
with cherry vanilla.
Today is going to be alright.
Beth is going to try to one up the story.
Tell it anyway in the locker room
because you will, for a moment,
cross the years and share
first times, hanging up wet jackets.
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