Early yesterday it was raining.

It rained for two years.

Yesterday I was flying over the northeast.

Everything was frozen.

Smooth ice. White ice.

Flat ice. Slippery ice.

Sharon I couldn’t stay.

I only took what I was owed.

Tell Connie that I nipped her.

I grin and flash her gold.

Smooth ice. White ice.

Flat ice. Slippery ice.

My pockets hold your stars.

Immune to flowering blazes.

Crucified on a rusty cross

All ladders begin at your feet.

I’ll move south,

feel the sun…a weight,

pressing me down.

I don’t want to be a placid angel rising.