LIGHTNING STRIKES
Too close to home. Too far away.
Too close for comfort. Too near
today. I never knew the meaning
of things anyway, but rooftops
burning do concentrate the mind.
There's a fireman in a party hat
coming home too late. There's a
young kid playing with matches.
And the girl who watches waits,
to see what hand turns up, what
form the new game will take. No
stretch of imagination to think
it through : This is the moment
already aspired to; here one
must just sit and wait.
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