Great Blue in the Rain
A Great Blue Heron glided over the willows, crossing a valley filled with rage...
Thunder pulled me from my bed The roar of rain lured me outside To watch the spectacle of a monsoon Ozone filled the air under the eave Mixing with smells of drenched earth Coffee and bacon Motel guests sat next to their doorways Sipping at steaming cups As they watched the storm. Sandstone hemmed us inside a Shangri-La Of oxidized reds, herbal greens, and cobalt skies Now shrouded in roiling clouds Bunched and heaving In a palette of grey to mauve to black Lightning flashed all around Warning us to shelter from its wrath We obeyed willingly, thrilled just to gaze. Then, just as casual as you please A Great Blue Heron glided over the willows Crossing a valley filled with rage The bird seems unconcerned Its legs stretched backward like allerons Guiding it through a steady flight Amid the tumult Of a summer shower gone mad.
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