The sun collided with the moon today
I saw sparks land
on the horizon
somewhere over Idaho
forests burning on the mountain sides
cast shadows across my bed.

Mountains drift
and clouds take root.
The rain is coming.

The streets are open and empty *
sidewalks cracked and lonely
walking home in every direction
past Vine and Race and Williams street
where lamps cast shadows into trees.

Lights fade
Shadows fall
Stars are dying
Faster than I can count

At the pub on thursday
throwing darts into sand
you drink your whiskey with a straw
and hope to hell
the shadows will wash you away.

Mountains drift
and clouds take root.
The rain is coming.