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Framing The Sun
with your hands
you frame the sun
you stare at it
you know what
happens next
too much light
too small a grasp
too much sun
too small a mind
do you remember
how the balloon
burst? i shiver
to the sound of
your explosion
there are shatters
of memories
left on the ground
but not calling for help
poem
by
Ric S. Bastasa
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