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Holding the Sky

by Marjorie Sadin

My anger bellows.
Showers pound the ground.

And then it ends,

Why on you?
Because you’re in reach.

You flash like lightning
after my rage.
My thunder may frighten —
Not you.

You bend,
take me in your arms
the way a rainbow holds the sky.

Copyright © 2015 by Marjorie Sadin

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