Wednesday, July 20, 2016

scout










violet plumes of leaning
tapped & tempered by thunderheads rising in the west
as
air lies electric upon the backs of cicadas
rain impacts breathing as the land rises in a steamed goldenrod collide
harder it falls
and
the sound & the sensation & the smell
fill every break & crack & hole
until
we are this violet-shifting morning sky ...

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