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