We saw a single leaf parachute to the ground. How it pirouetted mid-air like a crumpled ballerina, I could not keep my eyes off of it.
Matinee show, two orchestra seats
The doors open in five
awake at night again
today’s thoughts pass through...
zested lemon, sprig of thyme,
let’s make a botanical brew
for me and you.
Thunder cracks, jumps the sky,
rolls above us like a pair of die.
Keep the rocks cold and garnish fresh,
because there’s no way of telling
when the storm will end just yet.
The sky stared back at me last night; the stars' sporadic stare were that of a spider.