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
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Shannon Laws is a Pacific Northwest poet. Her story-telling poetry has touched many hearts and minds. She is the author of four poetry books, the most recent “Fallen” published by Independent Writer’s Studio Press. Shannon has received two Mayor’s Arts Awards and the Community Champion Award for promoting local artists on community radio and encouraging peace and understanding through community poetry events. She makes her home in Bellingham, Washington, USA.
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