Porchlights On Fire Outside; the orange porchlights are dim as any dying fire; but the shadows they cast are decided, not moving as natural flames might have rendered the outline of my body against the side of this house. I am in focus; can you still see me? I can't see so well. I like to think you would be here, part of the porch, talking on a night like this, with lights like these, clear and solid shadows against the wall- if you were a permanent piece of this place, I might have stayed out there, in the rain, for however long we believed these drops could carry beauty to the grass in dew. If I stumble to the ground, I might have hit my head on you: but would you catch me gently; and might we have some rest from all this stone and granite? Fires die and spark anew, at any given moment but what about electricity nonstop and ever-present traveling wires; humming like cicadas in all this evening's glory? -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
