Some people remind me of lightning rods
drawing the energy towards them
then gentling it
into something soft, still, filled with slow nourishment, and
everything green or growing
(and all I feel around you is safety, yet with such fierceness in it)
a haven, where
animals, children
and even I
could rest
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