Arrow Rock Literary Journal

the gleam of her silver digicam

held in caroline’s right hand

smile splits in orange light

white flash

electric

fills the night

green feathers with their bluish eyes

swaying, solemn in the breeze

first heard them weary in the morning

sunray freckled, yellowed trees

crimson bursts of light

stars twisted, tearing

fair

the furrow of her auburn brow

arc of lightning in her hair

tousled, tangled braids

woven like a wreath

lip of my polo shirt

bomb pop caught between my teeth

“here comes the king”

the golden eagle on his crown

sunburn pink upon my cheeks

the slippery redness of my frown

rolling waves of purple thunder

gritty, rainy, took a dare

with sweat sticky on my collarbone

fireflies will start to stare

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Aubrey Labeaume is the author of this piece.