Thunder To Rain
No time set aside
The words reformed
Again at their own pace
No place to reside
They’re written down
On a napkin or empty space
When I try to hide
They find me sure
In mountain or in plain
As new moments chide
The past adieu
—and thunder turns to rain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
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