An empty vessel receives anything.
The stroller held no child.
She was me.
No alien but, perhaps, a stranger.
Foreign.
I walk the block.
Stalk the running ground.
Note where cigarette butts have
been discarded.
Curious cars cruise.
Suddenly, I breathe fire.
My silver wings unfurl.
They are cold, blue steel
this sundown.
Each feather a shiny, double-edged blade.
Sparks sprinkle behind as they strike the pavement.
I ‘walk like a giant on the land.’
A girl does not see the car approaching her.
I slam the metallic feathers
hard
against the ground.
The dear freezes before being in the head-lights,
and looks over.
Wings already retracted out of sight.
I shrug and give a goofy smile.
I pass A Avenue.
I remember someone wondering if they meant
An Avenue.
I find the fourway intersection at Hemlock & Main.
But, where is
The Avenue?
In/definite articles.
Derived and integral.
I h0wl fire,
flames forth,
[Silent]
Un0bservable except to the energetic-ally
Sighted.
The sun catches my flames and explodes into a sunset.
Pink and blue sky-eyes
Make a wish.
The haze and light will
Last
A bit longer
Still.
WrittenCasey 