Boxed Merlot and Burdensome Storms

It’s been storming in Kansas.

Flooding, and the like.

Tornadoes have been spiking-

Lives lost, unsportsmanlike.

I sip boxed wine, from a plastic cup,

Taken from my favorite spot.

Thunder and lightening, feelings galore,

A missed trip to the drugstore.

Another Saturday at home,

It’s what I’m doing now.

Drinking wine; wasting time.

Asking if she’s comfortable.


Ceraunophilia is lost.

Life is just a clash of monotonous

Clangs, crashes, and cathartic responses

Anxiously awaiting the dam to break.

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