Emergencies

in the unending

poetry

of complete darkness

light leaves quickly

because they are

convalescing

because the way

I watch tongues

like cracking fire

hydrant seals

rushing

anxious blasts

blow hoses

and holders

right over

conversations

in those emergencies

happen to be poems

because as we

are striving

you can't sit

still staring up at

me like lonely dogs

and angry kittens.