Mikaela Castledine #10 Pantechnicon

Thunder slides
like an unsecured load
across the tray
smashing into the metal sides
sliding back
as the truck of the storm
lumbers across the hills
pursuing the lightening
spotlighting ahead

we cross fingers
for a spill of rain
to douse all the little fire starts
but in the wake
of the pantechnicon
the sun shines feverish
through smoke