May Storm. by Alison Luterman

The small roar of the heater
against the greater roar of the wind
bellowing through trees. Something cracks
the sky. It is all my body:
the lightning, the earth,
the soggy, grateful garden,
the battered grass
springing back
after each storm,
more lush, more wild,
more stubbornly green.

published in The Sun (07/07)

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