March 14

Thunder can’t say to the sun,
I love you. They never meet.

Footfalls down a hallway
in darkness. It’s lightning.

Clouds collecting in the distance.
Lightning, that comes

unannounced, when someone
dodges a question, or quips

or says your name
or mentions Brooklyn.

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A day is not done, until it's filled with words.

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