Moon Man 4
By G. Murray Thomas
Listen here

Bare branches scratch an itchy sky
A storm whispers on the horizon
Lightning tries to punch through the sunset.

I examine shards of rain in my palm
piece the water back together

slide it into an envelope
with a letter bomb.

Mail it to the sleeping thunder.

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