In the Darkest Hour
When I laid
my head down
the full moon shone
upon the flame tree
& now in the night’s
darkest hour
I am awakened
by rain beating
the palm trees,
a muddy river
coursing through
the yard
That downpour ends
with a sharp crack
of thunder
to the east
Author: Lorraine Caputo
Photo: reza shayestehpour on Unsplash
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