Sunlight pours like the first day of Spring;
Liberty cries through their eyes.
Skylarks tweedle a morning grace.
Fireflies feel the warmness of trees;
Cherry blossoms bring a sneaky sneeze.
blinking the eye of a hurricane.
Cascading lava flares the sky.
Clouds of smog fume the air.
Bodies dive deeper in rolling puffs of vapor.
Debris cakes an ashy outline onto a bench;
A butterfly, landing on a broken branch.
A young couple, no longer caressing common creeds.
The park bench grinds to pepper.
Interstates break into raceway tracks.
Oceans tide the mountain tops;
Submerging the rubble.
The butterfly skids from the smack of a bat.
I jump from the cliff as the sky sparks black.
“June bug, come inside!” a mother cries.
“It’s fine my dear, the sun will rise.”
“Adios justo amigo,” I say to the shrunken sky,
While the final 7up sip prickles my lips.