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what's the time, I wondered,
is it time to rise, and then
a flash of lightning,
reflected from white walls
told me the time: 5:15; the BOOM
of it, 2 seconds late replied
I'm close, as close as when
you could have died, and I pruned
your walnuts and your oaks;
this year's flower garden
bowed its myriad heads
and offered thanks;
so did I.