This air is thick enough to drown in
Wading through your words
Lightning flashes in the hills like my
anxiety after the press conference.
Summer storm raging.
They announce back to school plans.
I’m watching the hills for forest fires,
fearing the burning.
Brief respite: rain splatters on the back deck,
before oppression descends again,
and our power goes out.
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Shawn L. Bird 
powerfully solemn, re-posted it here: https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/08/01/poem-summer-storm-shawn-l-bird/
full credit given, link provided.. of course. 🙂
Thanks for sharing your words.
What a powerful poem, Shawn! I love the intensity of your imagery:
”Lightning flashes in the hills like my
anxiety….”👏⚡️
A little nihilistic perhaps? ❤
Well, I’m updating my will before going back to school, because the government plan and protections for staff and students are inadequate and I’m terrified, so… yeah.
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WONDERFUL WET WORK!
LOOKS GREAT TO ME! 😀