Was a Saturday night in August
When the trees swayed
and the hummingbirds fled and the sky lit up
like TV screens on New Year's Eve.
That Saturday night in August
Beyond the whirr of the ceiling fan
Thunder cracked like ice in a glass
Made of figurines of you.
One Saturday night in August
torrents of rain crashed down
Like fireworks in a fireworks factory
Where the match was struck.
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