Rob Ayling, yer Gonzo Grande Fromage, writes:
NIGHT SKIES DRIVING HOME
were clouds and distant
lightning
From the loud car radio,it was white
mime
Illuminations/flashes/splashing out
from banks of clouds
huge as tax debt.No rain-just a future
promise.
Somewhere,anger would be
unleashed
"upon the heads of the just and unjust
alike"
The rain in Austin falls largely in
Onion Creek
Some of us live cheap ,on the edge of
psychic flood plains
to be swept away in a Wimberley
torrent
or left,bereft and homeless,when we
least expect.
Distant lightning promised much
drama.
I turned the car radio up
.LOUDER.
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