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
shannon p. laws 