ALONG THE DRY LINE
panhandle winds east from Guymon
afternoon skies quickly darken
squall lines build frothing turbulence
churning convection storms pulse
to life along an advancing dry line
lightning flickers yellowish sky tints
thunder out past Boise City
still too far away to hear
dry lines are seldom dry juggernaut
cleaving moist Gulf surface air
desert’s dry breath displaced upward
chuting the Rockies’ eastern pitch
wedging its way across Great Plains
a boundary slope reversal roiling
dew point dropping in a dry punch
anvil-headed cumulonimbus parade
sanguine prairie schooners dissipating
beckoned by the sun’s slow slide
beyond another day’s purpling horizon
quieter drier air returns with dusk
wind subsiding in invigorating darkness
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