There Was An Explosion in the Night
It came after the dueling Ducatis of Rte. 9, but before our latest in a string of strong electrical storms.
I took comfort in it just because it was so clean and unambiguous. I waited for the sound of sirens, of emergency vehicles. There was none.
And later, when the storm arrived, the sound of the wind could not be disentangled from the sound of the rain.
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