ONLINE BONUS: The Thunderstorm

After slaughtering the moon and stars

The storm stills.


The night piles up like black angora

Then sleeps.


Summer’s crickets come to trill

And I rest into the blackness

And write this poem

To still my body from that storm

Nowhere to be found now

But in me.

Roberta “Bobby” Santlofer (1943-2020) was a mother of sons, an avid reader, and a poet. A posthumous collection of her poetry is forthcoming.