Late September Tampa Skyline
I drive through the heart of the city
with no one but the sky; once on fire
with the orange of clouds at dusk–
then a simmering pink–now
extinguished with the silver of crackling
pop rocks in the mouth of the Bay.
Samuel Louis Spencer is an emerging poet and journalist based in Tampa. He loves snowboarding, traveling, and wasting time.
The Marbled Sigh 