Non-Erotic Poetryright herehere in the troposphere
we get hit by rain, struck by thunder
flirt with lightning,
lay below fallen rocks
trade stocks
make love
pick flowers, destroy our definitions of weeds
and Emily Dickinson’s herbarium
are all here
within the troposphere
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