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Today's poem is by June Rockefeller

Squall
       

I once watched a storm cross a pasture.
The horses fled, but I was stuck

dizzied by darkness, the potential
of water and open space.

I was unchanged by it. Meaning,
it taught me nothing.

But I still remember
just before it reached me,

outstretching my hand to feel rain,
my head still bone dry.

This isn't a metaphor to teach you about love.

It's a way to say goodbye.



Copyright © 2015 June Rockefeller All rights reserved
from Beloit Poetry Journal
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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