For example, Daddy sent me out with a willow switch I didn’t need to nudge the old Herefords back to the barn.
Dawdling along a fence line strung across the pasture ridge everything in sight seemed to sizzle.
Then the clouds unclenched a crack at my ear a tree crashing split in the woods. I was right not to care.
Lifted my freckled face begging the deluge, just daring the hand of God.
Bring it on, I cried, at the top of my game.
Bare-chested and streaming cackling like a mad man
astride one endless instant both poem and prayer.
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