Canter Into Storm

by Charles Farrell Thielman ~ kokua ~

Storm Raked Manes

Gust spun boldface crosses an intersection

April plants a rainbow, spires to urban canyon

Arch of colors on a gray blue squall arm

Rain drapes a blue veil over bridge struts

Rush hour fires up, splashes debris into gutters

Jazz sax rivulets into my waking thought

dream arrayed within fine blue mist

Lyrics riff, born of the carved and the sprayed

Rusting, locked boxcars thunder rails hot

That loss etched habits carry bills of lading

well known. The brown maned stallions in the hollows

of my ankles canter through downpours