Blue Lake Review, June 2014
The storm arrived like egg white
Beaten into stripped gray peaks. Thunder next,
Setting its tumbling bite
On a climate-shifting heat pretext
Of frowning, rocking sky
With ripe wind derived from currents
Cross and carried north-northwest and south.
Uncertainty that warrants
Argument, at least, to mouth
Apology, while high
Praise for poison is a crutch
Sprung from grab-and-go. Open throttle
On digging in the dark, too much
Too soon, then not enough. The rot will
Seep and set until we all drain dry.