power lines


I ride the lines
I hum
and murmur

I see the moon
open it’s eye
in the middle of the day

to watch me

I am filled
with the crackle
the subdued roar
of power

and I ride the lines
any way
that I want

fuel me up
coal me
until I am red-glowing

make me hot
heat me till I’m ready
to blow

turn me loose
I will ride these lines
to forever

turn me loose now
I am humming
ready to go

I ride the lines
half moon watching

watch me

by day
by night
I am power
and these

are my roads


© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #22: bear in

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