Summer Current

When electricity met gas, neon answered in color—beautiful to some, blinding to others—and the night was changed forever.

We met where neon burned the dusk to flame,

A spark in the air neither one could name,

Heat in a glance—no brakes to claim,

Two wild hearts rebelling against the tame.

We laughed like time had missed its cue,

Neon ran wild—purple, red, then blue,

Some loves burn fast—but they burn all through—

A flash that stays when the night is through.

American badass—no past to betray,

Galactic blue lightning—’63 Stingray.

Scott L.

Born Blessed in South Korea in 1969 and raised in Baltimore, I’ve built a career with 20 years in customer service and 10 years in behavioral health. The crowning jewel of my studies came when I earned the only passing grade of an A from a Harvard professor — a true master of the craft of Shakespeare

And the English language, whose guidance opened the gateway to worlds of imagination, discipline, and wonder.

Married for 25 years, I share the good life with two dogs (Isabella and Juliet) and one cat named Maddie. In my free time, I enjoy writing, biking, gospel music, and spending time with my pastor and friends.

https://www.eastwindpoems.site
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