April storm

Sky inked in shades of gray and green
Almost-tornado-sky
Barometric pressure raising the hackles
Of animals and poets
Dancing through the streets with eyes
Full of lightning

Smelling the earth and plasma
Handsprings on wet cement
Electrons raised halfway out of this plane
Spitting cosmic energy like quasars
As they fall

Taste pennies on your tongue
Waterfalling words usually reserved
For theoretical physics and the clinically transcendent
Maybe if lightning strikes you’ll
Finally understand

New life infused with another dimension
Trees budding into warped spacetime
And swaying to the spherical music of mad poets
Thunderblinked and nightcloaked
Dancing in the rain

 

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