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We Touch Here

A poem.

We Touch Here (for my wife who loves thunderstorms)

where these lines disperse
听into the sky, wet letters
听smearing off into black clouds.
听Distant thunder
听an old man muttering
听slurred syllables.
听Heat lightning,
听a brief illumination
听between the darks.
鈥 B.R. Strahan

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