It is a city of spires and the shadows they cast.
The first raindrop from a coming storm rests in your palm;
you held your hand out and it landed, simple.
There is just a semiconscious awareness of the weight of water,
the mass between something and nothing.
Now that you know the storm is coming you can warn
the children to beware of lightning –
but to enjoy the thunder while they still can.
Thunder and Lightning
19 Wednesday Jun 2013
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the grace, clarity, and emotional depth of your poems are constant, Ron. lovely writing. tony
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Thank you Tony.
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Missing you and your poems…
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Thanks Rom. Hope all is well with you.
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How great to hear from you again. Hope you are well, at least for what’s available for this hoax called human existence…:-D
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