fulgurate

thor flings thunder
bolts from heavens
long lost

one fat warm globule
wets my breast
on a bar as this
sand and silted
edge of the em
pire
readies to receive
small bounty
partial harvest
probably seeds
thrown to clouds
by the meek

listen
hear as the judges
sit displeased
roaring as if
crowds of atoms
smashing dancing
as that fire sets
silica with shell
to cool into
lightning rock

trees bow in
accordance
as winds howl
southeast
tonight
leaves turned skyward
in hopes of
in need of
that fine drenching

would come welcome
against the release of
seed
from the lob lolly
the live oak
and the weeds

the storm roars
as she passes

sets is

into
was