DAY 3

Light at night. Late at night. Streamers of red and white on the drive home. Who can see all this light without the word power. From my lips, power. Inhale light, exhale power. No. Inhale power, exhale light. White light from all these cars, hungry for power, for gas, for distance, for home. At stoplights I rub my eyes and blink back little blindspots from all this light. Red green power. Tree trunks wrapped in white sheaths of light. Spheres of all sizes hang from trees, spheres full of light. trees like power sources all night. What celebration is this? Last light I see tonight: Whitest moonlight in a black sky.