Sunday, September 29, 2013

Faved!: Jean Toomer's Storm Ending



Thunder blossoms gorgeously above our heads, 
Great, hollow, bell-like flowers, 
Rumbling in the wind, 
Stretching clappers to strike our ears . . . 
Full-lipped flowers 
Bitten by the sun 
Bleeding rain 
Dripping rain like golden honey-- 
And the sweet earth flying from the thunder.

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