tombstone (poem 20150514)

the clouds wandered in
while i was eating
distracted by all the carbs
and the waitresses’ uniforms
at the saloon
i managed to make it
across the street in time
to see a single finger of lightning
touch the ground
out beyond the town
thunder rolled into me
like i was made of dried wood
and the drops fell heavy and fat

old silver mining town
more famous for murder
washed for the moment clean

5 thoughts on “tombstone (poem 20150514)”

    1. Ridiculously hot. Triple digits kind of ridiculous. Except when I was in Tombstone and at the Grand Canyon. Actually got a thunderstorm in Tombstone.

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