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 the electric darkness
ready for a sign, a sound
the wind’s spiraling cadenza
Tonight I am hollow
I am thin-walled, fine-grained
I will resonate to any note that’s true
Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 18, Issue 1.
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