Wakened by Thunder

The pleasure of partners in bad weather (After Hanshan)

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Wakened by thunder, my husband
Climbs the ladder to check the gutters.
Lightning flashes on his lovely face.
Asleep, I steal the comforter.
At breakfast, I imagine all this
Listening to his rain-soaked adventures.
Who else could look so beautiful
As they act so crazy?

If you liked my poem, “Wakened by Thunder,” check out my poem, “Honey At The Bottom.”

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