We Touch Here
A poem.
February 15, 2012
We Touch Here (for my wife who loves thunderstorms) 听
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.
听 鈥� B.R. Strahan