Storm (7/22)

This was a summer storm,
unheralded, wild, and beautiful.
I could feel as you came close,
as magnets do, the space between us
Twisting, taut, tenuous.
I’ll be able to handle these sharp
memories later, once they have been
dulled and blunted by handling.
I can still remember it;
the imperative unveiling of the soul,
the bare self I saw reflected in you.

-Robb Soslow, The Haverford School, Class of 2018

 

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