Dream Fever - excerpts

XI

Crackflash of lightning
Reflections dance
in the lake
beside me.
Finding none in the water
I search for portents
in the sky.
One cloud
high, tiny
shines blinding white
above the black bulk
of the rest.
Another
long, dark
roils over my head
like a serpent's smoky spine
wrapped around
electricity.


XII

The setting sun
dies red
burning the bottoms of clouds
until the sky
is a soft holocaust.