What rainy season there’s been

is a broken jar now where it shattered

here a gray-green painted floor

splattered, shardened

tonight in a cavern

of doves.

So be it, the way of things,

there would be flattening lines

without our hearing that thunder. And

there are local reports of a lay preacher;

we delight in the roar, reckless cartoon

stormy times

we’re crossing.


About the author:

L.Ward Abel, poet, composer and performer of music, teacher, retired lawyer, lives in rural Georgia, has been published hundreds of times in print and online, and is the author of Peach Box and Verge(Little Poem Press, 2003), Jonesing For Byzantium (UK Authors Press, 2006), The Heat of Blooming (Pudding House Press, 2008), Torn Sky Bleeding Blue(erbacce-Press, 2010), American Bruise (Parallel Press, 2012), Cousins Over Colder Fields (Finishing Line Press, 2013), Roseorange (Flutter Press, 2013), Little Town gods (Folded Word Press, 2016), and the forthcoming Digby Roundabout (Aldrich Press, 2017).