Heat Lightning

There’s such a thing as heat lightning,/it never blocks the way./What we can’t understand we explain./On the porch with her, late night,/ the sky rang out with blue,/like a Summer’s day./ She says-/ that’s just heat lightning,/not the real thing. /It travels fast in June./ I found a stick, /left the porch,/ walk up the road. /I met her dogs there,/ calmed by those waves /that bomb out in blues. /In big cities, where we tried/holding on to lunar light, /burning bonfires in vacant lots,/a deal asking for tenderness/screams it’s name out loud./But tenderness screams alone

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