The familiar street suddenly so fearful.

Cars and people move out of time,

traffic lights are Martians under blackening skies.

The universe is suspended, and for a moment

I see raindrops on my shore.

A violet-blue hurricane blows hrough, 

my eyes stop a tear or two.

Inside, my lungs splutter for breath.

Heart races, nervous twitches

as I pretend to read the paper to the outside world.

Turner's painting stands out on the page.

I fix on a sunset vision of Margate

my calm restored and thirsty spirit slaked.

My calm restored and thirsty spirit slaked,

I fix on a sunset vision of Margate.

Turner's painting stands out on the page

as I pretend to read the paper to the outside world.

Heart races, nervous twitches.

Inside, my lungs splutter for breath,

my eyes stop a tear or two.

A violet-blue hurricane blows through,

I see raindrops on my shore.

The universe is suspended, and for a moment

traffic light are Martians under blackening skies.

Cars and people move out of time.

The familiar street suddenly so fearful.

 (c) Sam Burcher 2017