The storm chaser
found the narrow way
down a straight road
into the wind's dark blue heart.
There, she found
Athena with her bolts,
wearing a silver-black snake around her arm,
falcon feathers in her hair,
and not much else.
When the storm chaser kissed Athena--
rippling strikes across the sky.
When the storm chaser loved Athena--
hail from the heavens, honey on her thigh.
When the storm chaser got home,
there was no sign of the damage to her car.
She had swapped out the mirrors
and bumped out the dents
herself, at a truck stop in Stephens County.
"Where did you go?"
"Shopping," she said,
with a forked tongue as sure and sweet as tupelo.