rumble and tumble
the whip of the strange
how questions become thunder
and answers
bold, drifting, intimidating lightning
i ferried along the eager
wanting the knowledge
of burning without knowing
rumble and tumble
i tripped upon daylight
and realized
the storm makes certain
my tree breathes again
and i welcome it
come at me
weather in The Words
- Sept. 26, 2013, 2:04 a.m.
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