By: G. Louis Heath

A phalanx of muscular, gray cloud gazes
Dimly on my day. I hear thunderbirds

Behind the thunderheads. Or maybe they
Are chariots roaring out of Rome, drawn

By sky horses. Yes, more like that. I think
Of the sky chairs of ancient myth and the

Steeds pulling them. The overcast and myth
Clear now. I see your flight is on time today.

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G. Louis Heath, Ph.D., Berkeley, 1969, is Emeritus Professor, Ashford University, Clinton, Iowa. He enjoys reading his poems at open mics. He often hikes along the Mississippi River, stopping to work on a poem he pulls from his back pocket, weather permitting. He has published poems in a wide array of journals. His books include Leaves Of Maple and Long Dark River Casino.