We Touch Here

A poem.

We Touch Here (for my wife who loves thunderstorms)  

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

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