vivir

the sharp scent of something i can't identify.
the rain's slicing drops
thunder's raucous cry
lightning's quick answer.

i close my eyes.
my cheeks are wet
my book is soaked
my mug has fallen to the ground.

i breathe.
i suck in the humid air,
the taste of grass
essence of summer.

the cup shatters.
my leg is bleeding
my tea is spilling
my shirt is stained.

but it's alright.
i'll survive.
 
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Abriatis

NY

YWP Alumni

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