The following is a description of Pittsburgh Pennsylvania at night, in the Springtime,
near the Three Rivers Confluence. The lightning bolt imagery in the poem is what it
actually looked like, when seeing barge lights on the Ohio River. The ripples on the
river made the beams of light which touched them look like lightning bolts.
Incidentally, the budding clouds of a new season, mentioned in the poem, were the
apple blossoms that lined the eastern banks of the Ohio River in late April or so.
They did look like a skyline of clouds when fully budded.
Lanes of Thunder
On this stormy night,
there were no cracks of sound coming from that part of the night sky,
turns conducting the percussion section of the gods.
Throughout the night,
there were no flashes over the hilltop laboratory of any mad scientist.
Nor were there any goddesses bowling strikes on the clouds which
hovered over the vineyards.
Neither were there any angels bowling spares before Vespers.
You know, you have nothing to fear, but your own lies,
This includes this evening's thunder.
throughout the winter.
A car door opened to a new life and
a set of keys flew out of the driver's hands,
A tall swaying shrub transformed a doorway bulb into a strobe light,
Until the marked time had arrived,