wet lightning

Hyacinth garden

storm clouds loom far to the east

lightning streaks and strikes the sea

i love thunderstorms

as the power offshore explodes

it is always explained away as the act of God

i finally blinked and was back in reality

it was approaching midnight.

patterns of shadows run away

too many times they ran away

the sapphires and emeralds diary

as black clouds raise havoc in rain pouring skies

wrinkles on the faces of sun worn jerseyians

until they screech like the tires on funny cars

i could tell you more

my son born on the Navesink River

he slept outside breathing that wet lightning

it comes to roost succinct on his mouth

i have that heart

i have the ocean

outside my door

i am always there

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