I see the thunder
for the first time
behind lidded eyes
like a resurgent trip
from younger years.
I can’t sleep
so- I lay
and I wait,
or dream
in the non-conventional sense.
It’s the third of July
but unlike John Prine
I guess
tomorrow
I’ll be eating at my mother’s.
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 11:47 AM UTC
I see the thunder
for the first time
behind lidded eyes
like a resurgent trip
from younger years.
I can’t sleep
so- I lay
and I wait,
or dream
in the non-conventional sense.
It’s the third of July
but unlike John Prine
I guess
tomorrow
I’ll be eating at my mother’s.