Let us go then, up the long stairs
and down the hall,
Through rooms in which a storm of air
electrical
Takes hold, and windows fill with light
that strips away
The darkness, reconstructing night
as frozen day.
By morning, swallows caught by wind
above the trees
Will stand as though their wings had been
by lightning seized.
—Jared Carter
Photo by Bas van Oorschot via Creative Commons.
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