By Carlos
Date: 26 November 1997

Thunder

He turns off the TV.
Thunder rolls by outside.
               Every twenty minutes.
               Every hour after 11.
               Or weekends.

He picks up the book.
He hears a little thunder beside him.
This is the story of the man who had 
Everything he ever wanted.

He'd always thought it was the man 
Who did the snoring.

He likes it, though.

She's there, in the bed.
He's there, in her dreams.

               The streetcar driver
               Listens to the radio.

She dreams of him, a cloudy day,
And the thunder.