Late Night Haiku XLVI

By Tim Butler | Posted at 23:40

CXXXI. The Lightning flashes
Like a giant firefly,
The dark wood watches.

CXXXII. Light, but no thunder —
A fury held back by space,
As plants strain to reach.

CXXXIII. I thought it was so,
He said, head resting in hands.
He strain'd in silence.


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