small rain, big thunder
The lightning when it comes
is like a day switch, flickering.
I sit out in the smell of wakened dust,
under the threat of trees, laughing
at the lengths the light will go
to show me everything.
CONTEXT
July 9, 2010
Albemarle, NC
Please let there be enough hot water.
Thanks to the ER doc who whistled while he sewed.
