In the Darkest Hour

In the Darkest Hour

When I laid
my head down
the full moon shone
upon the flame tree

& now in the night’s
darkest hour
I am awakened
by rain beating
the palm trees,
a muddy river
coursing through
the yard

That downpour ends
with a sharp crack
of thunder
to the east

 Lorraine Caputo

Photo: reza shayestehpour on Unsplash

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