green lollipop on my tongue.
voices. down the night alley
cats ears perked.
a life or two falling two ways
apart. straining eyes in vein
skin. bumps on my wrists.
pink flesh untouched. I feel
out with lashes at the front door
latch. These footsteps dragging
not for here. pins and needles.
static so heavy fog it rains
earlier and now the Shenandoah
burns. smoke from the brush fires
of past. screaming throats and hands
wringing clenched. ears outstretched.