lightning is coming
like a woman with a blue past
she lost the flaming lambs
that grazed in the momentary harbor
roofs
like abandoned skulls
of giant snails
rustle of leaves
impregnates even men
boy on the street
contemplates the end of sky
sawmill guard
feeds the dogs
someone is born
on this stormy night
someone gives birth
on this stormy night
the end of the sky
terse like the Bible
something is happening
the storm gives birth
to calm people