-How it comes all of sudden,
lightning being perhaps too
precise a description,
 
maybe thunder gathering
itself in the North, or
fists of clouds falling
over purple hills,
 
or smaller,
a pinprick of moisture
carving estuaries in sand,
a child’s hand in the night.
 
This prayer comes to my lips
in the quiet light of dawn
as the moon hangs
on the canyon’s edge.
 
 
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