Lightning Strikes / Pilar Quintana


Lightning strikes
and the street lamps quiver
in Morse code.
Hands reaching through bars.
Fire glows
behind the glass.
Its power released in
tiny spurts
for our pleasure.
Lightning shrieks across the sky
and strikes.
As if it would reclaim
these bastard children
we think ourselves masters of.
As if to say
tame this.

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