People outline bodies on
walls; bodies vaporized
to shadows by intense
heat.
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Sounds of hail on a tin roof
are amplified and condensed.
Mind open to the smell
of lightning.
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An angry man and a hub cap
roll through the intersection
when I brake to a stop.
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Nine ravens perched in the elm
will forget, then remember
spring snow coincides with plum blossoms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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