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June 3, 2009

photo posted from my iPhone
Looked like heat lightning over Berkeley, no bolt, no thunder. Only the second time that’s happened in 6 years. Just before dusk and the pigeons are home and cars are parked and a dirty front is riding in above the city like it doesn’t give a fuck and the Flagpoles are on my roof smoking and their little puffs of gray are pathetic dribbles floating out of their mouths compared to the unbroken rush above taking the hills and homes away from us. A long dark cloud coming from the ocean and crashing into different unexpecting east bay air. And the sky lights up.

3 Comments

  1. Jon I think Poops is stealing your blog audience! Better come down off the roof and do some writing.

    Comment by Lyle_s — June 5, 2009 @ 12:54 pm

  2. Write strong, Rolston.

    Comment by n.d.p. — June 5, 2009 @ 11:30 pm

  3. looks like someone left their cooler on top, btw

    Comment by Rolston — June 14, 2009 @ 10:19 pm

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