Kansas
When lightning strikes Kansas(small children glue to mothers and dads
bright faces ears covered frightened glee)
When bolts fly thick and quick
purple sky vibrating
air gap crackling
twixt cloud and ground
Heaven plugs into Kansas
(blast furnace force licks prairie memories
once tall grass now mown for fodder)
Quivering light line for the Firmament:
heavy, heavy cable for our soul motors
God-juice pulsing,
blowing Winter’s fuses,
turning on Spring
I fly a bright silver mind-kite
Feed me light
Lord
feed me light
Bionote
Michael Theroux writes from Northern California. His deeply published career has spanned botanist, environmental health specialist, green energy developer and resource recovery web site editor. Entering the creative writing field late in life at 72, Michael is now seeking publication of his cache of art writings which include two novels and perhaps 400 poems and short stories. Some of his shorter works may be found in Down in the Dirt, Ariel Chart, 50WS, Academy of the Heart and Mind and the Lothlorien Poetry Journal.
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