Clouds
gather, curious cows
push to the
front…in the grey,
bright
bursts of lightning,
father’s unexpected
rage;
each anticipated
and surprising.
Thunder
stuck within the count;
each bared
arm’s hair
mimicked a
preying mantis;
rain fell…washer-women
dumped water
on broken soil:
The garden,
that had
wilted
suddenly
found a jig,
leaf
and twig
click their green heels…
a grave
day survived.
Fallen fruit
draws wasps,
lettuce quickly
flowers,
tomatoes
rot…
yet all
will seed
for the
sake of future possibility.
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