Saturday, January 18, 2020

THUNDERSNOW

Suddenly, clouds like bleak hands 
overhead, clenching and
blowing seismic saxophones,
knitting a million prickling
holes in my fingers, toes, jawbone.

Mad crowds dispersed abruptly
as bombs slow-
motion bursting into soundless
outer space. I turn around, no memory
of where I thought I was going.