Leaving
The storms would come on summer
nights and rain
fell on the roof quiet at first
then strong
the bedroom window open and the
train
would sound as it passed through
the dark
the
long
trip to Detroit
but
then the thunder filled
the world and there was nothing
else except
the light which came seconds
before and willed
the sound
I wonder how I ever
slept
the wind and branches hitting
glass and wood
stray drops came through the
screen and fell on my
face cool in the hot air but I would
wake
and hear the thunder far away and
could
count seconds after flashes came
and try
to guess the distance how long it
would take
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