Spy and Depart
       

Standing on the roof, weather vane broken,
my spine, the lightning rod.
Birds nesting below in street-side garbage bins.

I'm flashing a light across the street
toward the house that's been empty for sixty days.
A single hand touches the cracked glass.

Its no business to identify that palm—
somewhere else on this street,
someone's doing the same to me.

I'm here to light the roof on fire, smoke
signals to the planes that weave above
this grid of bungalows.

May they take me from these espionage streets,
quickly back to the one I love.

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Copyright © 2019 Robert Krut All rights reserved
from The Now Dark Sky, Setting Us All on Fire
Codhill Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission