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The Color of Lightning
The Color of Lightning
David J Walker
After the funeral
With the solo sung and hung
in the confines of the chapel
Staining the main
pictographs windows of
Forgotten sins and saints
The flowers were claimed by
blind and lame mourners whose aim
it was to sell them on the once
busy downtown street corners
Where only the ghosts and mourners of
well-dressed shoppers and
shoe-shined businessmen in
the then visible and lively viable
Small town commercial centers
of American prosperity
Where they met to eat at the
Drug Store lunch counters
Just as well
To sell the trappings of a
perfect Methodist funeral in
far away heaven or hell
I remember him describing
The color of lightning
Purple and blue, and violate hues
Are common in thunderstorms
But yellow is the color of the
Cooler strikes we know so well
Filtered by the fine dust found on
The Plains
It is where we buried his remains
Wrapped in a Veterans Flag
In that fine dust
Under the cooler strikes of lightning
On the Plains
Copyright ©
David Walker
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