Anita Craig

Thunder

A pause before the storm

Under the table
Savouring fresh senses texture of life

Inside coming alive
Washing potatoes

She loves the storm – cut from the sky
Be jolted awake

Stomps her feet in the mud
Thunder cracks in her mouth

Terror, delight,
Carried out the door a storm

Abandon all by lightning.

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