Saturday, April 16, 2011

Sizzle, Sap, and Sulfur

A food preservative, a passing devil

which ?

when the walnut lost the limb

me, rounding up cows in the thunderstorm,

on the road to Damascus.

You think lightning strikes down?

not always, aimed between my eyes it curved over ridge

level with the ground, not yet hearing thunder

til the boiling sap sizzle sound, smelling salts sulfur

clearing ringing ears my eyes saw first

smell a mix of syrup and hell

what sense to believe?

One hand clapping, a clap of thunder

the tree now a limb lost amputee

sharing the revelation of the cosmos

all is one.

By Phil Specht on Apr 16, 2011

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