The thunder was late and loud. I appreciated the grey wall
then it became more and didn't go away but gathered
in the cool. Like love it was mostly hidden from view
difficult to find and then would not leave until exhausted
spent even dogs ran away I believed in my own power
but it was nothing compared to what dropped eyes closed
I remember a ranger saying palm oases existed
only due to tending meaning the careful love given
as frequent burning over the course of a millennium.
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