The Reality of Tropical Depressions

Let’s not wrestle with water anymore— Enters until we flexible in its acceptance Persistent in entering through green or brown windowpanes jagged from years of sun Lights out across the street yr candle dances still or flashlight we send signals interrupted by slinging branches Tonight is O.K.— after all you walk by the window tip yr head at the orange sky blue lightning partially our rainbow People not alone in the percussive squalls (Caribbean music) Sole leaf flicked by adolescent wind gone August 25,2005