Thunder and lightning sturm und drang rolling over the bay; low on the horizon an electrical storm of hail breaking havoc, blowing transformers
leaving us in sparks and darkness with only the sound of crickets andbullfrogs, the silence of my youth; as I embrace a lounge chair in gentle sleep
you join me; kiss me sharing the chair, limbs perfect and trembling and we are young again until you are gone just like that, awakened to the sounds of a lineman.
I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004.
We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world.
I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday.
I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics.
:-)
toritto 
Another good one, Frank. I could feel the storm.
Best wishes, Pete.
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