Poetry Is

a hotwired Jaguar
the final straw
the ticking clock
a ticking time bomb
the thunderclap of the impending storm
the glint off each ocean wave
the wishing star
longing
a stolen kiss in a dark hallway
on the cusp, off the cuff
the sound of snowfall
a scrambled signal
your unspoken scream
a crescendo
the final stop on the last train –
the end of the line