Lonesome Friday at Dusk in Central Florida

03/06/2013

 

 

The Venetians capture the dying sun with those blinds

That swill this empty house, frozen chaos like a rattle.

The phone rests in the cradle, a stung gaze

Can’t cause a ringing. Still, you try.

 

The air-conditioning protests icy the May clouds, a

Heat-storm lightshow; rich purple cumulous risers in

The back yard: pool deck, inert and wide chlorine looking glass.

Distant rumbling of a storm forever in the distance.

 

Behind the house, echoes of children laughing.

Behind a collapsing wooden fence, vine-weighted.

Beyond and above the green suburbs, lightning.

Distant rumbling of a storm forever in the distance. 

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