Thunderstorm
Endless Rafts of mountain ranges
lumber
overhead: jagged peaks thrust and spar,
relentless great gloved
fists land stunning
blows round after endless
round, eyes slit,
stung by torrents of slick
sweat in sheets
wrung dry in huge twisted
drenching hanks,
a heavy weight bout that threatens
to
spill: over the ropes, innocent blood, into the
streets-
brawlers mauling their way
to Lake Erie
where the ref calls the
fight and proclaims
a winner while we sleep
like boxed slippers
tucked under the eaves, pockets
stuffed, hands
full of brandished long-shot
wagered dreams.
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