by Sami Bennett

a poem

I apologize

but the light between here and there in the sky
is trapped in my eyes

and I must repeat the exploration, though it is unwise
in thick rain-gray skies

the bright orange glows on the dramatized city skyline
before the lights homogenize

before I wasn’t sure it was over, but my doubt subsides
as the fiery mess is ostracized,

traumatized from the other side. How often he heard lies
I cannot quantify

but the crying light bursts forth with a thousand pint-sized paint supplies
splashed in the shape of a snake eye

it is wise to fly so high above where people kill and die
and trap light in their eyes