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as summer comes to its end
bringing forth more chaos and death it reminds me of another time when summer was ending my best friend was dying of cancer I was on the brink of divorce still in denial that change was coming those years when I was still my daughter's world I was reading her fairytales in my bedroom on a summer afternoon when we heard a cracking whip of thunder we went to the window to stare at the black clouds when the thunder got louder I remembered to count to see how close it was we saw the red lightning as we were turning away to go downstairs a lightning bolt hit a group of trees in the yard a burst of fire blooming on a branch one tree split I took her downstairs a warning of a lightning storm was coming through on my phone we sat on the basement steps waiting for the noise to quiet when he got home he hadn't even known about the storm he looked at me as if I ought to be tied to a hospital bed from that day on I looked at that tree split down the middle remembering the red lightning how only me and her saw it some signs are meant for just one person other signs are meant for the whole world this has been the summer of signs a summer of lost hopes way more obvious then red lightning but still we are at war with reality pretending that this reality can be sustained
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June 2023
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