like counting to less than five
between lightning and thunder,

illuminated briefly in a single powerless frame,
or standing with hands still outstretched

after some wild creature unconvinced
of your harmlessness; like the fleeting moment

when breathing seems to make all the difference;
remember that electrical proximity, its pulsing

certainty, and close on its heels,
in the balance of relief and regret,

remember that you will miss it.

dragontamer

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