Morning Cool 

I heard thunder
Saw it
Had nowhere to go
Heated
I walked West and passed
Asian Lillies
Buildings with crumbling brick facades 
Chain-link barriers rusted
Under which rabbits
Long since bored their way 
Damned alleyways
Not a pen to be found to spell out the sound
So thunder spoke no more
I was cooled 

lesser god 

When I will laugh aloud unabashed
How shall I wait five days more
Dear Thor with all godspeed 
Move with the pace of the light 
That may give me good reason to shield mine eyes sooner 

Thor

Thursdays I think
Until then 
Do not touch

Lest you strike the thunderous chord immediately adjacent to all that deep upon where you dare not trespass 

Fly ’til Thursday then
Silent eyes 
Open cry