A
catharsis
of rain and
storms,
A
wash of
atonement,
A
flood of
pebbles and
release,
A
sanctification
of gravel and
drops.

Italian clothing for men
was marked on a sign
next to mrs marion's psychic readings
and a pollo tropical, off to one side
a smiling man, unfolded on the walls
dark eyes, dark suit, sold inside
past this stucco facade
reveals another side of said sign
Italian clothing or men
hopefully sold inside

Anticipation,
strings of dread,
Tightly wound, vibrations,
floating across my skin.
All this empty space,
slowly uncoiling,
arising,
flaming,
signs of love.

Floating in empty sky,
Space where stars reside.
Beginnings ending, peeking through,
Cosmos, liberated so long ago.
Streaking through the nighttime air,
Endings beginning, grounded.
Floating back, a thousand times before.
Winding down a path,
to the door, locked,  
so many years ago.