lightning flares, a phosphorescent scar
a Jedi sword
of galactic proportions
pile driving/slashing/talking/linking
into grey of sky, & then
a massive bang, like cracking earth
raindrops pelting; two
& five rand coins
zing bare skin; bend leaves
wooshing trees
leaning
raking wind
the quivering branches
the brushed grass
small & big pulses .... flash& boom
call & response
a jazz-rock mixture
written in the sky, in the
folds of my heart
later, an eastward drifting
of stygian clouds
a soft roar, whirring rain
pours forth like purple slush
daylight stirred
into a soup
here, where vainly
i seek cover …
i notice
the bark’s abrasiveness,
its brown
deeply darkened
a degeneration of
this leisurely stroll
into moist abandon/water-lit brows/glistening lips
back on street
I take small steps; then
glance back
at
wonderfully
muddy
