04-19-2016, 12:30 AM
A Response to Thunderstorm Coming by Thomas Hennen
By the Chicken Coop Dust
By the chicken coop dust
I feel it too.
My ankles become electric.
Frogs and crickets
cut fringes on the bottom of the night.
Clouds ripple
above the yard light
as though they are blankets
on a clothes line
strung
between stars.
By the Chicken Coop Dust
By the chicken coop dust
I feel it too.
My ankles become electric.
Frogs and crickets
cut fringes on the bottom of the night.
Clouds ripple
above the yard light
as though they are blankets
on a clothes line
strung
between stars.