heat from a flash burn shakes the sky blue,

then black again. rochelle runs red against

a roiling earth, clouds dipping down to the right,

dragging against the stormfront. to the left, all we can see

is dark hell. my eyes memorize a light streak,

burning the road neon; back to black, burns to blue.

i speed away from the best week of my life. we race

the storm home, and we lose.