May 23
Sometimes thunder
comes as a teenage boy,
reckless, loud,
a demolition derby in the clouds.
But today,
thunder is an old man,
hesitant, lurching
across the sky,
the pain of age
pulling at his bones.
May 23
Sometimes thunder
comes as a teenage boy,
reckless, loud,
a demolition derby in the clouds.
But today,
thunder is an old man,
hesitant, lurching
across the sky,
the pain of age
pulling at his bones.
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Liked this very much. Isn’t ‘lurching’ a brilliant word?