At an Intersection
by Robin Barratt

White light paper
Draft of rain written on it
Green just visible
Between each blast
Outside my treehouse
Of an apartment
Thunder is close
As mockingbirds or sirens
Where my world
Intersects the larger
One of traffic
My cat too scared
To chase bird calls
By the window
Then sudden wind
As the downpour turns
Quiet clearing the way
For Midnight

Illya's Honey Literary Journal

Copyright by Dallas Poets Community. First Rights Reserved. All other rights revert to the authors.