When I See You
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Poem
My blood pulses
like the flashes of lightning
in a midnight sky
that wake me
and want to take me
past some point of no return
past the point which I have control,
a power that has kept me simple,
kept me whole.
They rattle the veins in my wrists
and in my ankles
as if the soft, extended nerves
were wind marks of velocity
flying off some elegant woman on a cherry red bicycle
or off the tips of scraggly hair
escaping from under the helmet
of some leathered man on a motor bike.
more by A. M. LAINE
photograph by Matthew Wiebe
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