the most active storm of the summer
past my border
dont have to care, write things, or “work”
I notice the orange half moon earlier
say “wow thats nice”
boom.crack.boom.crack.click(a miss).
I find through a window of
towering, low cumulus clouds and
bottoms, ridges, horizons, atmosphere, space
the moon.
again.
this time, a window magnifys and sharpens
a circle, looks like a bomb blast
floats through my new new window.
boom.click.crack.acid flashback.boom.
a poet.booms in summer.light.ning.flash.crack