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thunder assumes life
of the male genitalia ruling the evening
the houses are the recipients of its fury
the bliss of the other strikes
the roofs of those who remain indifferent
to its invasion
there are sounds of moaning of the wind
but the windows know how to pretend
that they are all dead

lightning tries to provide the electricity
of the lapses
but the doors like the windows
also know how to pretend
like the house.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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