Tampa Lightning

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
and bullfrogs,
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.





About toritto

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. :-)
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1 Response to Tampa Lightning

  1. beetleypete says:

    Another good one, Frank. I could feel the storm.
    Best wishes, Pete.


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