Flashing Lights

Fighting over the storm

with bolts so bright across the cloud cover they seem to linger,

lighting up corners of sky like patchwork quilting on LEDs.

the storm went on for an hour, two.

I wonder if the flashes in your voice were meant to show me something

or if they were lightning bolts of anger and fear,

traveling too quickly to give light and too loudly to stop.

Author's Note

Too short to stand alone?