Stormy Weather

Apr 20 2011 Filed in: Jims Poems
Stormy Weather
 
When those vast Midwestern
Thunderstorms struck
Terror in my boyhood heart,
I figured the lightning bolts
Were all for me,
But God was a bad shot,
Or maybe a sadistic outlaw,
Making me dance with his pistol
Outside the cantina.
 
It wasn’t until much, much later
That I realized the thunderbolts
Were all for somebody
In the next block
And my guilt revealed itself
As innocence
Gone wrong.