1. The spills Of the lights Of a bridge and interchange Which was off to the right Not quite in the distance Charged and shimmering Cracked and twisted And the shards glued Not the right way 2. There were fireworks, completely In the side of my vision As the sound of trees being blown Outside a house all open to the wind 3. Below, (I sat on a ridge) Lamps made mounds of dirt The trees of the neighborhood a field 4. A dark path between houses And thinking Hands are going to grab my legs And will cover my mouth, of course Adding drama to the whole scene Then I'll fall _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
