By Nathaniel Lachenmeyer

It’s still too dark

and warm to confabulate

the active infinite

cause of everything

again. Let’s wait

for the sun at least

to rise and so reach

its roasting point.

Then I promise

I will run with you

through the heat

to hide and confer

in some cooling café

until its power also fails

or if we are lucky

until the sun’s

next rolling blackout

the night returns.

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Nathaniel Lachenmeyer is a disabled author of books for children and adults. His first book, The Outsider, which takes as its subject his late father’s struggles with schizophrenia and homelessness, was published by Broadway Books. Nathaniel has new/forthcoming poems in The American Poetry Review, Poetry International Online, Blue Earth Review, Louisiana Literature, and Another Chicago Magazine. Nathaniel lives outside Atlanta with his family. www.NathanielLachenmeyer.com