Lightning in a corner of the El Paso sky.
It lights up pink and pale mauve
From this twilight starless blue
There is no thunder
no sounds at all
but crickets. And the evening breeze
which is warm.
From the steps of my cement porch
I survey my empty desert sky
with its lefthand corner storm.
There is an empty lot across the street
with a few lone trees.
And a water tower.
The night is warm
and dusk lingers in the sky light.