<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351276" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Picnic, Lightning</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is possible to be struck by a<br>meteor or a single-engine plane while<br>reading in a chair at home. Pedestrians<br>are flattened by safes falling from<br>rooftops mostly within the panels of<br>the comics, but still, we know it is<br>possible, as well as the flash of<br>summer lightning, the thermos toppling<br>over, spilling out on the grass.<br>And we know the message can be<br>delivered from within. The heart, no<br>valentine, decides to quit after<br>lunch, the power shut off like a<br>switch, or a tiny dark ship is<br>unmoored into the flow of the body's<br>rivers, the brain a monastery,<br>defenseless on the shore. This is<br>what I think about when I shovel<br>compost into a wheelbarrow, and when<br>I fill the long flower boxes, then<br>press into rows the limp roots of red<br>impatiens -- the instant hand of Death<br>always ready to burst forth from the<br>sleeve of his voluminous cloak. Then<br>the soil is full of marvels, bits of<br>leaf like flakes off a fresco,<br>red-brown pine needles, a beetle quick<br>to burrow back under the loam. Then<br>the wheelbarrow is a wilder blue, the<br>clouds a brighter white, and all I<br>hear is the rasp of the steel edge<br>against a round stone, the small<br>plants singing with lifted faces, and<br>the click of the sundial as one hour<br>sweeps into the next.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Billy+Collins">Billy Collins</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=351276" data-title="Picnic, Lightning de Billy Collins" data-description="It is possible to be struck by a meteor or a single-engine plane while reading in a chair at home. Pedestrians are flattened by safes falling from rooftops mostly within the panels of the comics, but still, we know it is possible, as well as the f..."></div> </div> </div>

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