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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