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Bolt
rolled up the sleeves of my sky-blue shirt as the birds retreated, and the winds herded the gray clouds — a fluffy vainglorious sight, the darkening like night. electricity pulses the flesh. eyes flash, awaiting my ride. the quickening of my dream, to catch a lightning bolt. i’d climb its ladder, the serrated edges of its knife, like an empress being carried to war, but with child-like venture. can you hear the classic music trumpeting, the violin’s bow — sharp against its strings? stars, like hail, twinkle and sing in my imagining. the bolt releases me into the curio-clouds. on my back, i float in compacted drops of rain. the electric extravaganza continues, and i await the cloudburst. my boat of smoky-gray rocks me gently, places me under a great oak, where i see my name etched in a heart. excelsior at the foot of the fine Spring Oak, alongside a swiss army knife. i gather the curls, placing them inside my pocket — a memory, smiling as sun rays release, scent of cinnamon hair. 1/23/2018
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