Flicker, Fork
... and flash of light
dart across dark this night.
Zigzag ozone, maze of blaze.
Voltage image, eye displays.
Faster than the reflex flicks.
Through the lens, fine focus fix.
On optic cell, it there etch,
then to the brain, lightning sketch.
Seconds on, rumbles arrive.
Pale percussion, half alive,
mumble rumble to its fate.
Thunderstorm thus dissipate.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2021
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