Evening Storm

Blackout

Electric spider webs
blazed orange light
throughout the clouds.
An east wind blew from fields
and woods behind us
as we sat on plastic patio chairs
placed in gravel
at the top of our long lane.

The neighborhood was dark
except these sparks
from God’s great hand,
which lit
the full western sky.

Blind, raw gusts
ripped through,
scavenged with ease
the spaces found
between us all,
between us
and the skirting storm.

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