DADA COMPASSION: “Thunder Are You Okay?”

(dada compassion for a rainy day)
THUNDER ARE YOU OKAY?
It was raining
gentle rain
and then
the thunder
fell and bumped
his head.
Thunder screamed
scaring the
rain away.
“Thunder,
are you okay?”
I said.
Thunder growled
rubbing the
big ol’ knot
on his forehead.
He rumbled,
“I’ll be all
rrrrrrrrrrrrrright.”
Gentle rain
came out from under
her bed
and began
to play
again.
THUNDER ARE YOU OKAY?

(needle and thread and poem from the banquet of yolantha, the new Maya Angelou, seasoned with Gwendolyn Brooks, bathed in Langston Hughes, peppered with Angela Davis, sprinkled with Mother Teresa, doused in Shakespeare, rolled in Edgar Allen Poe)


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