Red light with a longer than normal, tense change to green
In the rainspots on the window I can see an expression
or maybe I sense it
tarmac concrete unease
Spidering left-right
street diamonds, low-glow, shadow falls
I blink, a hundred-year micro-second
in the time my eyes were shut a million butterflies flew
an earthquake
conspiracy
magic imprinted reflection of your steel
a million butterflies land
Feel the beating of their wings in the left/right/left/right swoosh of the wipers
catastrophically surrounding with sound, peace yet venom
utter confusion
utter split-moment-stand-still-as-you-can