the thunder
rumbled
at 7:21
there was
nothing
significant
about that
but i
looked up
saw
lightning
flash
and as
the thunder
rumbled
looked
at the time
sometimes
moments
are poetry
others
are just
forgotten
lost between
stimuli
like thunder
at 7:21
on a rainy
march evening
unable to
think
as this
frantic need
for
something
more
than
this
nothing
scattered
all around.
