After violent thunderstorms,
angels would dance
in the sparkle quartz
of ancient basaltic crags,
and leprechauns would
play in the shadows of gnarled
hemlock groves.
I would always go there
to look for cows who were
about to calve and had not
come home with the herd.
One day after a vicious violent
thunderstorm that cracked the hills
and knocked out power for an hour,
my father sent me out
to look for number 32, the best