High above Locarno’s port with outside eyes to east at midnight: fires of the skies come speak to me in staccato forks flashed seconds apart. All people down, radio silence around, except for sonic summer booms that trail up to five beats past of lightening strobes in code to lake black heights. A Norse god’s gift to pinch the south. I doze to rolling burst and durm, and wake upfreshed before the dawn. July-November 2021 Lake Maggiore, Switzerland Rob Bunzel lives in
