Suddenly, the familiar street is so fearful.
Cars and people move out of time,
traffic lights are Martians under blackened skies.
The universe is suspended and for a moment
I see raindrops on my shore.
A violet-blue storm blows through,
as my eyes stop a tear or two.
Inside, my lungs splutter for breath,
heart races, nervous twitches.
I pretend to read the paper to the outside world,
Turner’s painting stands out on the page.
I fix on a sunset vision of Margate,
my calm restored and thirsty spirit slaked.
My calm restored and thirsty spirit slaked,
I fix on a sunset vision of Margate.
Turner’s painting stands out on the page.
I pretend to read the paper to the outside world,
heart races, nervous twitches.
Inside, my lungs splutter for breath,
as my eyes stop a tear or two.
A violet-blue storm blows through,
I see raindrops on my shore.
The universe is suspended, and for a moment
traffic lights are Martians under blackened skies.
Cars and people move out of time,
Suddenly, the familiar street is so fearful.
Sam Burcher
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