Saturday, November 8, 2014

blessed lightning

the air hung heavy
the street was still

no body to be seen
yet every breath
was like a crowded plane
wan, with smells of
3-day clothes and
yesterday's after-shave

he walked on broken sidewalk
clouds looked dark
but no scent of rain
please break the spell
he asked for
please fresh air
and blessed lightning

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