Sunday, June 29, 2008

Thunder Heat

Summer growled mean and showed its teeth
above griddle-hot streets and scorched treetops
in a milk-hazed sky that curdled in the heat
thickening to smoke-colored clouds.
Thunder rolled in through the sulfur-yellow air
like ships whose wakes rattle buildings.
Furtive flashes danced on the walls of our rooms
and we held our breaths and counted seconds.

Cool marine air washed over the city from the west
where the sun's last hour folded into copper foil,
sheets folded and dimpled from underneath.
Just enough rain to lay the dust and clear the haze,
not enough to reach the roots that clutched the dry dirt
like strangling hands. Time to get out the hose.

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Anonymous said...

those first 3 lines are amazing--startingly so! great images!

Jamie said...

That was quite a storm moving through that beautiful poem.

Mariposa said...

Quite a stormy...moving Jamie said!

Love it!

Happy Monday!

crazy working mom said...

Wow, such powerful words. :)

Nicely done. Happy MM!

Sassy Mama Bear said...

I felt like I was right there with this great writing you have done. My first week participating in MM in ages, hope you'll drop by The Cafe for mine.

Tink *~*~* said...

Love your manic monday "storm" entry - thanks for sharing.

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