princess lightning reigned
it was a dark and stormy
knight to fall in love
Perimenopause
freed pubescent girl
finally crawls out of time
into middle age
It’s a dry heat streak
full moon monsoon clouds
glow pale light through windy trees
parched leaves shadow dance
Seeing $tars
Star!
Nope, rocket.
Star?
Nope, police helicopter.
Star!
Nope, corporate satellite.
Star?
Nope, airplane.
Big city night
oh my gosh is that a star
in bright city sky?
nope! police helicopter
Finally a bath!
watching birds splash in
morning-after rain puddles
cleanses my spirit
Opening night
monsoon winds tell tales
lightning dances thunder sings
rain is main event
Thunderstorm
boom rustle tip tap
tippity clink rumble crack
whoosh whish shhh fade black
Writing up a storm
phoenix monsoon storm
haboob isn’t dirty word
it is dusty though
Inflame
the world we abuse
roasting us like marshmallows
in a fire we lit
Flux capacity
Nature and wildlife
are gradually vanishing
like in the photograph
from Back to the Future —
our future is vanishing too
but we have no hundred
and thirty horsepower
gas-fired time machine
to go back and fix it.
Liftoff
believing my wings were fragile and fractured
in my formidable forties, i abandoned
approaching fifty, i know my wings are strong
they just cannot lift so many heavy
Accelerant
our apocalypse
once in ultra slow motion
now on fast forward