glass bones step down two flights
that curl but end in squares-
a front porch of red planks and stone.

our hands gather and light fires
in time with the sky, gaping

black lightning threads
through us. its small rain pulls
across the street.

we lie in a stormy capital
and blink between flashes.

08/06/2008

Author's Note: last night....coolest.lightning.storm.ever. THIS is tampa :)

Posted on 08/06/2008
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