Passing Storm

the summer thunder
summer thunders!
clouds rub
at a blackly fractured sky
polish it
jan (as in january) gathers
her horses from pasture
races from the rain
the rain captures her swallows her
flowers collapse in the torrent
their tortured faces helpless
they may never return
and the wind pushes through the rain
opens holes
the horses run through them disappearing
and jan (as in january)
cries out their names
slapping at wet jeans
cursing out her prayers
she kneels in deeper mud
cut open by a slice
of a still 
dripping
sun

jppestana
passing storm
6.16.18