Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Last Flash

After clouds exploded
with pomp and boom
smashing into one another
in a chain reaction stretching
through an incandescent sky
like thousand tongues on fire,
one lonely palm
with spiked fronds
twitched and tottered
in the storm.

What did the tree feel,
seeing that flash
the last second
before lightning hit?

Were it possible,
even a skin graft
would be useless now.

prompt: thunder and lightning