Bolt

/ Arambler

The color
pink speaks out

of turn, interrupts red

with a white streak
of thought

grenades. It rains.
Lightning decorates

the lilac sky. Waiting
for a serious dose

of thunder—there is
no blue.

3 thoughts on “Bolt”

  1. Love this. However, I think you should consider performing this. I think it would sound nice. I imagining a conversation within the skies and someone easing dropping on their front porch.

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