Storm
The sky opened her third eye and showered earth with her tears
Thunder cracked louder than my arthritic spine
A child in a yellow raincoat races down the sidewalk
Lightning jumps clouds
The child jumps puddles
I j u m p
I open my mouth yearning to taste the sky’s sadness, only she touches her lips to mine
and asks, “Would you prefer to drown instead?”
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so vivid!
Thank you, Wendy! Yesterday’s storms were wild over here in NY.