whether

the asphalt's wet
from rain,earlier
the grass bends against my bare
feet, sly fingers
color of shadow
full of escape

a shy cat,
like a melon flavored ghost
peers across the parking lot, she
doesn't recognise me, but i have
to catch her. lightning
streaks thru clouds
over the bay ,you on that side
me on this.

we can both see the storm
hanging between us. you say
you seem in a better mood

and i'm all like florida summer
weather, morphing on winds
that rise from the sea
on the backs of water
gone to meet the sun.
i want to say
look at the way the light stabs
the sky. i want to stay
on that verge, in the fall
before it hits the ground.