A Sound
(for Alfredo)

 

Sometimes thunder is not thunder

The rank rumble or crack of legend

Sometimes it tries to harmonize

With birdsong or the distant whisper

Of a car coming hoarse from the hills

 

The lightning is always behind us we think


All poems by Br. Tom Murphy, O. Carm.

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