As natural as the summer thunderstorms, poems drop like rain …

Heat lightning fires

Summer evening cloud mountains

Standing, watching, waiting

Lightning bugs, electricity on wings,

fire around me in clouds of

white and light-green

trees, bushes, grass illumined

land lit in lowering light, kindles my mind–


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