thunder (excerpt from 'From My Front Steps')

<p>excerpt from my book 'FROM MY FRONT STEPS'&nbsp;</p> <p><br></p> <p>'thunder'</p> <p><br></p> <p>when i was a little boy</p> <p>my mother told me</p> <p>thunder was only the sound</p> <p>of angels bowling overhead</p> <p>so when i hear it now</p> <p>i laugh with the thought</p> <p>we’re all on one big alley</p> <p>wearing miscolored shoes.&nbsp;</p> <p><br></p> <p>#barflypoet</p> <p>#josephapinto</p> <p>www.josephpinto.com&nbsp;</p> <p>© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.</p> <p>*</p> <p>Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted;</p> <p>all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted.</p> <p>*</p> <p>'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon.</p>