Dialogue

A small crack of lightening,

Distant thunder claps its hands

Like a foreign guest slow to understand

The anecdote's nuance in our tongue.

It's still raining heavy droplets

Under spare limbed trees and phone wires.

Smells of worm and snail eddy Invisible swirls of warmth From the dirt path where sunlight Sabers pierce overarching cloud.

In the continuing dialogue between earth and sky. She seems to say in a petulant voice, see!

Don’t you see how thirsty I was?