Poem
Sestina with Silence
[ ] commands a thunderless lightning, a noiseless rain
to spill strange – cold and dark –
over the prostrating city. [ ]
does not shout tonight, the veins
in my legs do not swell. overheard:
a child mimics a lightning strike
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