Watched Together.
Memory Lane takes me back
to sunsets on the balcony.
Dogs by my side
and a cup of tea in my hand.
We would hear the distant thunder
I would hold my breath, waiting.
One dog would run scared,
and the other barked in a fury
of excitemnt.
It was fascinating sitting only,
just under cover.
Counting the seconds between
the boom and the flash.
Never getting enough of the
art of the lightening
Now I'm older and those beautiful
dogs sadly have passed.
Two new ones have taken their spot now,
and I'm thrilled to say,
the memories of watching
the storm together
are satisfyingly created again.
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