OpenA Poem by MarkModern AmericanThese moments are pierced by jagged light and thunder rolls slowly behind them. Why am I in Georgia... when you are not? The storm allows the night to hang preventing the sun to make day. My day looks bleak from this Walmart parking lot. Cheerful golden arches beckon like a gingerbread house. Oh, I am not well and Walmart doesn't open for hours.
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