Today's poem is stormy, wet and dangerous in more ways than one, and although it's a June poem, goes with any rainy night you might find yourself in.
Something Dangerous
Nine o’clock midnight
storm pitching rain like
the first of forty days
Lie down in the street
in the middle of the street
in the middle of steaming June
streaming asphalt
shedding its day’s heat
Halfway home
soaked right through
in a shirt full of holes
Lie down in the rain
lie down in the road
look up into the streaking sky
lie down
look up
Heaven might be
heaven might be this
dark and wet and dangerous
