Thunder Haunts Our Marquee And Silhouettes 

I don’t know where you blew in from Could have been from the West, Asia Or dropped in from the stratosphere but What I do know, is that you evaporate fires   Each time you rise over my warm brown soil Cool winds discharge copious amounts of rain Drowning bears, roses, cactuses, dogs and rainbow…

Living Challenge

Won’t always be there Life, flowing rivers or light Treasure those sights now