Deadline

If it were a door
that needed to be opened
I could have used
this day, this morning
to cure my silence
beyond repair.

But if I'm going to be given
the opportunity
to slip my dissention
incognito through wires
across bridges
I'll take it and sit here
thinking of a neon sign
with which I could toast the sky

like quick summer lightning
behind heavy freight barges
passing each other in the bay

the walk home is filled with wind and laughter