Kansas Night Lightning exploding behind dark clouds, Waterspouts spilling on concrete, Dark trees glowing in streetlights, Porchlights framed by darkness, Geraniums in antique cast-iron pots, Framed by the rims of glasses And smudged by dark thoughts Symbolized by far-off thunder, I wonder what she's doing now. But the tiger worm drags me back Kicking and screaming silently As the song fails to soothe. A car gushes by in the wet street. The rain falls in the cool breeze And hot coffee warms me a little.