B r a d   R o s e

 

Light, Heat, Clarity

 

My lawyers are suing your lawyers,

you little cheater.

Just because I’m gentle and pacific

doesn’t mean I’m obtuse.

And right under my nose, too.

 

The red ants swerve their way across

our kitchen floor.

As they near the stove,

they detect the heat of their own burning bush,

and epiphanic, lead themselves out

 

of this desert, toward a promised land,

where God awaits with no honey, infinite sand.