In honour of World Poetry Day

This is my latest poem, still in progress…

Love

And what is it?
What is this?
The glow of a cigarette
falling to ash
in the dark?

No
no
no.

It’s a fire fly before
a thunderstorm

the cat’s eyes
before a fight

it’s the lit fuse
on a stick of dynamite

a solar flare, uncurling its baby
fist in the dark

It’s what we’re mesmerized by
before some sweet disaster,
and the horror and the sweetness
of what comes after.

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