Loud Looming

Quiet for a summer night
Yet the air seems poised to explode
One spark of youthful energy
A shriek released from drunken lips
And all illusions of solitude crumble with the hopes for a peaceful evening
Normally I am the one to light the match in this gas stench city
Though tonight feels different
The sweet, vulnerable dusk begs to perch softly on the rooftops, undisturbed by vice filled voices,
And inhale the sacred silence
Thunder is on the horizon
Waiting to boom its human sound against these cracking city walls
Not now,
Not yet…


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