a tremor through the solid earth
red Jupiter hanging low
gas lamps, cobble streets, old cars and men
the night draws in a subtle breath
the glossy eye of the moon, unblinking
fireflies and mosquito bites, chirping crickets and
bull frogs
we are hand-in-hand
we are unseparate
the night draws in a quiet breath
a rolling thunder through the placid sky
moves the heavens
a roar escaping, breaking over waves of air
the rising tide,
a hundred thousand falling beads of rain
she is ready