Lightning Bolt

a pulse of power

forged from sky,

a black flame candle,

a rallying cry

the might,

the knowledge

amidst the dark;

the light reveals

and burns its mark

Subway Ballet

choreographed

without words

by shifting eyes

in transit trance

no relief

compete for seats

while the stoic critic

prefers to stand

a musical chairs

of quiet despair

revolves all around

better

to treat the seats

like Caesar’s crown

and thrice refuse

to sit down

Playground Sneak

the stealth Dad,

trespassing

for children’s play

one eye over shoulder,

a gentle touch at the gate

dusk

cuts into afternoon

shepherd the young onward

through drizzle

and the quizzing eyes

of legitimate residents

outlaw father

stepping softly

across alien space,

a small price to pay

and will gladly pay again

Cloud Language

spy the sultry dusk

billows,

an intimate ceiling

burning paths

for living dreams

thank with a knowing wink

that cloud cover,

letting us hunt

in that first light

without a burning glare

eyes wide to drink it in,

that beauty that makes us mad

and forever fleeting,

made with water in air

The Sunlight Iron Flash Muses

the heat of spring

brings the office people outside

brisk walk

to hide our wandering eyes

as the city aligns

to sight the sunning flesh

such fleeting seconds

stitch together the patch-quilt

of our day,

and fuel us

through carnal night

when our real work

is done