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Barry Middleton
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I heard it too,
I heard the thunder,
and the whispered wind,
and the raindrops like a clock,
ticking.
It woke me from my dream
like an answered prayer,
surprising, startling.
It was about transitions,
about the seasons,
a fire quenched,
the greening of the summer.
It spoke to me
from the muted sun,
from the gray clouds.
It was not in the mind,
it drummed within my chest,
and I was a part of it.
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