rain shadows/revised

do not cast away the night
just yet
i need time
to dip into the wellspring of my being

but the sun is already high above my shoulder
bearing down its urgency of light,
i can not resolve this splendor
and not trip over my shadow,
lingering

there is a pantera negra roaming
in the alley with a nightingale
in her mouth
and a mockingbird is watching
a murder of crows circle the remains
of a tribe of vultures

it's getting busy with heavy traffic
frogs are falling from the sky
and rose petals line my walkabout,
dust swirls all around me
writing sonnets to the wind with fragile bones
of the undead.