Lightning
dances across the morning sky, and
a
question emblazons the mind, who are you,
who
am I? Here we are, there we go, not out
of
the ordinary we’re told—the split-second
streaming,
a flash of light pierces the eye—this
brief
yet electrifying moment in time. Have you
seen
the brilliance, heard the roar of thunder?
Here
we are. Close your eyes, now we’re gone.
Chris
Hanch 8-30-18
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