What will the storybook tell? an
inch of
meng-chiao’s grass in heart or
thunder?
who will the story will? an after
thought
or what is taught after that: the
lie, an inch
above your grassless heart & art
as art –
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Gathering just-a-bit-o moss 
You will hear thunder and remember me. And think she wanted storms.
I always go for thunder like Akhmatova
That is a strikingly beautiful poem. Read it for the first time. Thanks.