thunder

Thunder

by john valley

darkened sky
rolling thunder
looks like rain
clouds
thick and dark and lowering
blown by some unfelt wind aloft
waiting to deluge in sheets and torrents
and it’s Saturday

pictures in gilt frames arrayed on the piano
but May is gone
Chicago
Tucson
San Francisco suburbs commuting on the train
who knows where
husband and family and job
who knows why
her face
her laugh
was a long time ago
and it’s Saturday

coffee cups and saucer
spoons
a little napkin
two macaroons
sit on the old table by the windows of the porch
overlooking the unkempt unmowed yard
by the dusty old dirt road
with fields and woods beyond
hiding the horizon
beneath the dark
clouds
and it’s Saturday

rolling thunder
looks like rain
scattered days
blown by the wind
who knows where
who knows why
and it's Saturday

again