Friday Night Lights Project: Week #11

Time to brighten screens across the globe with the lights of Friday Night. This week, I couldn’t settle for just one image from Cindy and I can only recommend people head on over to her site to clap eyes on the rest of the images in the series. And while you are site hopping, drop by Ashley’s and take in a healthy hit of her words. But first, here’s week #11 of the Friday Night Lights Project.

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CK

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On a thick-frost night
the eyes are given a clarity
lacked in summer months.

Six flying-foxes flank
the moon in a pattern
no different to crows.

Shining through their wings
it softens the blackness
but one can sense it there.

A young man is on the street early
his face a rotten pear
in the puddle he confronts.

He has thrown his father
to a wind that will not
decry his grief.

As he runs and practically howls
moonlit flying-foxes circle
as if they too mourn his loss.

GN

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CK

The light right now is dust-covered-Kansas-farm-before-a-storm-dried-up-creek-bed-with-dead-tadpoles. That is how it gets when gusts of school-bus-seat-partner-with-nits-scratching
constant wind come our way.

This red sky at night could fairy-tale-dancer-with a-strand-of bells-twined-three-times-around her-ankle delight. The same sky in the morning might jackknifed-tractor-trailer’s-nitrogen-cargo closing-all-lanes a warning.

AM