That was only a lightning in the nightly sky, —
a coronary map of your fears.
a taste of ozone,
crumbs of peanut butter firecrackers.
a golden dragon,
a red dragon.
You see them every time you close your eyes:
they always appear with loud tambourine and beats of the cymbals;
nimble fingers crowned with long nails
and hissing scales.
and gazing at you with their
bulging unwinking eyes!
Clang! Clang! Ding!
Just count these moments till the thunder reaches the ground!
one… two… three… will I ever be free?