Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Summer nights and my radio
Somewhere deep in the parks near home I am missing the light shatter through the oak leaves in a hide out beneath the trees. Sitting on stones like hills baring their bones. Weakened wind breathing out and in breaking the heat as I sit on my rocky seat. Giving life to shadowy islands in this suns sea of light. God I want for night! Cars and cool air and sprinkled water smell everywhere. Freezer touch on my skin and midnight trips to seven eleven. Dogs out the windows waiting again to drive. Only in those colder moments toward morning feeling alive.