Afterthought

a thunderstorm echoing far away 

rain clouds coalescing above 

in this dreaming forest everything burns 

onto the brush of a smoldered fire 

droplets fall to golden leaves with languor 

calling the garden snakes to rise 

into this delicate forest clearing 

growing something more transient 

feel the mist like a strange feeling 

sitting under that bundle of sticks 

wait for the old junebugs to live again 

all the wilderness whispering 

i saw the flash on a limb of a tree 

even held a moment in my palms 

open up your bloodied throat 

tell me– enough, i know you’re here