Electrical Storm

In a glass

Drunk ‘til broke

 (now broke,

now drunk)

I toast:

shouting on a wind

that  blows

to space,

to you.

For you,

 a gentleman with grace,

electrons part ways,

 Water streams

showering ecstasy

in the sound of wings.

Birds speckle

yellow in the last sun,

the flock 

number

dreams.

Early evening

bows rain

Electrons,prettily,

dance infinity.

( For Ross Tiller.)