judy lesko

Out of the Blue

When lightning strikes,

ozone fills the air

sharp as forests burn.

Rain falls.

Words fork true

as Dylan wrote.

Black cinders fly

like snowflakes,

 taste ashen

on your tongue.

When lightning strikes,

you’ll catch

a flash of truth,

behind all


pretty lies.

–by Judy Lesko

For more poetry visit: In Spaces Between and My Poetry Page

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