The grass so still
as if it stopped growing
you stop under a tree
when lightning
rips up the sky—
the worst place
to wait out a storm
on your last.
If the old Chestnut
splinters from electric current
taking you along
you can go knowing
your profound moment.
Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres. Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.
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