THE LIGHT

napwrimo#19...prompt is light bulb moments


THE LIGHT

hanging from an old rotting pine tree
blowing in the blue breeze
higher than our kites
above the dead pavement
of the Santa Monica Freeway
a broken down rewired circuit
wired wrong
hanging like an ancient lock
that couldn't be picked
a tree for curious vultures
or transient cockroaches
that fill up their pockets
like wall street bankers
looking for a blazing light of change
we pull the cord of enlightenment
giving us light
to see the snakes fall from the tree