Poem: Lights Tonight

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Lights Tonight

The lights this evening are not denied their time
farther away from Harris Avenue the brighter they become
Lemon juice irritates the cut on my thumb
Ghost-hitchhiker talks to my temple

How do you find harmony,
find a hole and fill it

 

He beat the Lilith out of her Eve that night
used her blood to write his scriptures

The lady’s roots scream,
I will not fall before my time.
My time is not today!

 

Lights above,
I’ll settle for a shooting star
come down, swing low
this night Split my
shadow four ways
round robin me
‘round the
Milk Way

It is not death I seek
but dancing the
true dance
true

Published by

Shannon Laws

Shannon P. Laws, born in Seattle, Washington, lives and writes in the Pacific Northwest. Author of three poetry books, "Madrona Grove", "Odd Little Things", and "Fallen" and an audiobook of her select mid-life dating satire poems, "You Love Me, Your Love Me Not". For seven years she produced award-winning community radio programs that promoted the PNW music/art community. Shannon's other interests include operating her voice-over company, Chickadee Productions, and Poetry Club. Since 2015 Poetry Club is dedicated to the neighborhood discussion and sharing of poetry.

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