Metal roof
machine gun fire,
strobe lightening
and rolling thunder:

cracks rip black
with jagged light,
redbud silhouettes
dance with the dark

               like the Fillmore,
               like the Shrine—
               endless bass
               rocks the canyon,

canons bark with flame
and the war goes on and on.

               Moist breath,
               eager heart electrified
               not to be contained
               within old skin.

               On stage:
                              the Doors
                              Janis Joplin wild with
                              Jimi Hendrix crescendos.

Last flashes break with dawn.
Inch-seventeen all in the ground—
she hasn’t lost her touch
with how to make it rain.


6 responses to “WRITING A STORM

  1. Lew Griswold, Visalia

    Drove up Dry Creek Road today to Hartland to pick up Mt Whitney High choir kids. Pleasantly wet ground and clean air.


  2. That sounds like quite a storm- you capture what it was like to be in it quite well I think.


  3. Feeling it 🙂 !!!!
    Bring it on.


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