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.