Run across lanes of traffic,
oncoming. Run across
lanes of highway traffic.
Park your car. You have to see this.
You have to be seeing this
wherever you are.
You must be seething this.
Late summer thunderheads.
Enormous, lightning filled, rabbit tails,
and gods and spat curbs and
"damnit"s. "I love her."
Mother superior. Mother nature,
is left off, while we sit the porch
at the hole, waiting for power to come back
in the storms wake.
