Fluorescent by Sandy Hiss

Spring rain taps the iron
covers of street lamps,
sending a morse code
only the dead understand.

Lovers huddle beneath 
black vinyl umbrellas.
Buzzing like anxious flies, 
seeking shelter  

from the icy water 
pelting frost into their pores.
They wander towards
the tease of light,

resembling delirious moths
oblivious to sudden movement.
Their hearts glowing steadily,
beacons guiding lost souls home.

Sandy Hiss writes poetry and short fiction. She has always been intrigued by haunted houses, ancient cemeteries, forests, gardens, and abandoned buildings. Sandy currently resides in Southern California with her husband and two children.