the clouds do battle mightily this night,
with lightning flashing
across the whole horizon to the east,
crashing into each other
like hell-bent lovers reunited;
ah, the bolts and sparks
that do so fly, I know them well;
the negative
and the positive
smashing the air
in between them,
setting it on fire,
just to watch it burn.

July 21, 2010.

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