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A hard rain is falling again, though not today.
A harder rain than Dylan sang, though not today.
A day so piercingly beautiful, you’ll mistake it
For diamond or peacetime, though not today.
Night is a shower of bullets, though not tonight.
Black radioactive fallout, though not tonight.
Silently, we hold each other instead of our dying
Phones after we make love, though not tonight.
We run from the living room to find our daughter
Where others find moonlight, though not now.
Taylor Strickland