Berkeley Hills

In the valley

lightning coiled

downward

revealing us

inside the

Earth’s bore,

the rusted trees

In autumn

rightward,

the sea’s brass glint

to our east

scattered,

where valved thunder

played loudly

within.

R. Charboneau

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