Flash

Green light through a glass door
glows in pulses with a humming sound
unwelcome here.
Marble eyed avian shadows
soothe the branches of the dying tree
with the caress of their old feet
wrapping around them.
The neighbors moan
like ghosts in sleep
and traffic from the distant road
spreads light across
the corners of the ceiling.
Mad dogs run their flesh
against the asphalt
howling deep into
the dark.
A mad man tries
to concentrate
the power of the total world
into one light
so as to resurrect
the morning.
He fails but still
the sun returns
like always.