(three of swords: reversed , rider-white)
As I started to leave work last spring,
storm clouds darkened the afternoon.
Then the rain and hail hit.
I couldn’t see the lanes,
nor where the exits were.
Traffic slowed, but did not stop.
Lightening flashed, trees fell.
I tried to see beyond the rain.
This morning, the summer sun
leaches any remnant of water
from the cracked black clay.
There are no clouds on the horizon,
only the relentless sun. Soon enough
ice will spread over the dying fields.
(July 27, 2023)
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