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Suddenly the Veil of Sky is Torn

Lightning sears down the membrane of clouds
like sparks from a motorized nun’s mouth
hail starts to suicide against
my windowshield with thuds the size
of small body parts
and suddenly the veil of sky is torn
and I can see blue sky and white mountain tops
wrapped in gray, the thunder of hail,
the screech of slush in my tire wells
I can see a sunny day
that someone else is having right now
And I know I will be there soon.

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