The Light

We waited, but it never came. So we stopped looking out the window, didn’t mention it in prayers. Rain picked up at the Old Testament pace. Cars flooded. Bridges unhinged. Elders pushed sacrifice. We defaced idols, dismembered queers, ate fungus until the ground washed away. Foundations sank. We slept in trees, roasted squirrels on roofs. Soon there was no more spark. Bark melted off trees. They toppled over, roots waved goodbye in murky graves. Those who could rowed their way to Utah. Atop the Cliffs of Navaho a child begged: Before we go, shine as if we once deserved you.

3 Responses to “The Light”

1. Sarah Flanagan says:

   August 16, 2013 at 7:15 pm

   I dunno if I get it, but I really like it!

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2. albert says:

   August 1, 2013 at 2:47 am

   First off, tell Caty-Scarlett it’s “are” no words, “is” no words.

   Intriguing piece of writing. Taps into the imagination from word one to word 100.

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3. Caty-Scarlett Coleman says:

   June 29, 2013 at 5:25 pm

   There is no words for this. Truly, a beautiful job!

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