September 1988

thunder rumbles outside

in the daylight sky

I see the flash

of lightning

Gilbert is taking another swipe

at us here in G. R.

however much weaker

he has become

over the sound of life

here in this city

the distant rumble sounds

soon it will be here

the storm

and rain again will fall

silencing the world

so Gilbert might say his piece

and when he leaves

we’ll continue on

life picking up

where once it paused

moving on

‘neath star filled night

or sun brilliant day

the sound of thunder

a fleeting memory

the flash of lightning

lost in light

rain

but a whisper on the wind