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by Charles Carreon
In the vast
sky over the mountains
Dark clouds gather and threaten.
The mountains brood
and intone,
Basso profundo.
The stream
glistens
in the tiny valley
like a rivulet of rain,
Its surface speckled with expanding circles.
A bolt of
lightning,
Pure charge, through and through,
Thick as God's arm,
Reaches out and cauterizes the earth.
The sky
remains untouched.
You can taste the raindrops
And the ozone on your tongue.
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