Thursday, February 8, 2024

Reflections In A Storm

the turbulent darkness
of rain molten sky
silhouette water cascading
night slips past diagonally

lightning smiling splits
thunder her extinguished voice
streetlight too lit laughing hours
cricket song not dashing noise

twilight stars her hair the clouds
a mellow field of soft green grass
which the solemn silence spun
sharp as shattered glass

and love only distantly
as obscured by rising haze
for some itself is nebulous 
and love only distantly

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