Floodlight

Watching the dancing silhouettes                    

Of  many bouncing bats

Waltzing  in the warmth of

The nighttime floodlight,

Is precisely

What’s happening

At the exact same time

Half-way across the

Spinning globe,

In a very dusty marionette theater.

That resonates with a similar

Smell of sparkling dust

From aging velvet curtains

And strands of wispy smoke

Stemming from

Recently blown out candles.

Sometimes it rains twice

Sometimes

It will rain twice.

Certainly once,

From the lazy river

Up there in the sky.

Casually dripping into the mouths of the many,

(Undoubtedly impatient)

Earthly contestants.

And then a second time.

When the  residual rain,

Descended directly from the

Original,

Drips from 

Recently synthesized leaves,

And candy – striped

Parlor awnings

Onto weathered sidewalks.

And sometimes,

Fleeting streaks of reflected light,

Resemble ensembles of

Stray animals.

Dashing across the road

(Like swift ghosts)