Do you hear the clouds crack open
And the thunder pound against the mountains?
Do you fear lightning
As you run through puddles?
I am drunk
On the sound of cicadas
Dying on my doorstep
Rosegold jewels scattered on the asphalt
Is that what it feels like to grow old?
The skies have turned turquoise
It just started to rain
I stop on the bridge and open my mouth
Towards the light,