Wednesday, March 13, 2019

This Stormy Saturday



Clouds come and go
drag heavy fists
gray with rain
water like grains
escaping fists
clenched overhead


icy electric wind
cold on the skin
on the glass
raindrops flatten


not reflecting absorbing
surfaces light up
sucking light in
allowing light in


moisture slides
food blood and air in
through a condition of permeability
through the skin
glass-like pores
sliding and allowing


storms blown past
over other people
on a street
we may or may not know


even in electric quiet
behind thin skin
of glass
windows wet and windy
small trash blown
invisibly outside

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