Karma Poem by June Stepansky

Karma



It was sunny
just a moment before:
then darkness,
the crashing of thunder,
lightning flashing
through the downpour.

A few blocks from my house
just before the sun reappeared,
a young man leaving his office
was struck by lightning.

Sunday, April 7, 2013
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