Substation Sonnet
9 January 2009
Vol. 8, No. 4
poetry, sonnet
Tonight, lightening amps the A-frames,
tilts the drone of my fridge and A/C—
surrounded by the daily buzz,
wonder if I percolate to the same
watt-worn beat. Lights go out,
storm pruning the trees, dark kitchen
good for thinking how too many shallow
currents run me.