Possibilities

10/21/12

Sidewalks melt in the reflection of a flashlight, which illuminates but does not flash.

“It’s correctable,” you hear.  But this does nothing to encourage or assure that a dry spell, however far away, is imminent.

…

In the mean time, the light is promising.

It reminds that somewhere, something is on fire.

Though not here and not now, where dampness prevails,

somewhere, something is on fire.

…

This is it.

This is what it’s like:

in the chill of the cold, damp night,

combusting spontaneously

with possibilities…

~ by lindseywhitemusic on March 17, 2013.