raindrops staccato leaf to leaf I enter the night with hands still stinging from applause cymbal-shiver of sheet lightning through cloud Damp-skinned, I wade
All the stars died last night and with them my knowing of the sun, it’s sudden Bantam—dwarfs of white and brown, a supernova, a
I did nothing until I was ready— my terra firma snagged in sky. Birds arguing over road signs. What does it look like from