Rain fell and the sky shed its lightning with thunder
on an oddly altered landscape—dark blue hills
softened with live oak where evening was struggling
and Larry was both angered and tempted with offers.
Outside the yellow rushes of desert grass swayed
with its associate bushes and seasonal gulls.
I too am drifting and moved by life's hypnotic
motions and by chance I turn briefly to see
his beating heart beating now against the pillow
and the bathroom door left open and still lit.
I listen as his plasma enters the respective chambers
noting that even the plaintive will awaken, rested
and astute.
rdking