I’m fascinated with that four way stoplight
At night.
Neon cherry patters
On outskirts,
A ring of city.
It’s a photograph untaken
Physically,
But one sparking around the edges of my heart
When it winks at me in the newborn morning,
Screaming in beauty and ordinary.
Candy portals
Prodding at a barcoded birthright.
A pulsing web of under-the-radar creating creations
Linked tendril to tendril,
Bursting at the zipper
Living life in dewdrops.
