Ode to a Buzzing Streetlamp

"Juniper" I said, swimming with
The green fish of my childhood
And wondering whether
Or not
I would emerge to the
Pale blue light again that I
Know I must return to
Or other.
"Stop" though, she cried
In a rusted Pepsi can that
She kept under her porch swing
Just for opportunities like this
And I stopped even though
I knew it might be hard to start