Rob Schackne #850 - "Random is what grows"

           Random is what grows

           and what dies

           the wind is hot

           from underground
           the sky is blue
           from the painting
           a dizziness approaches
           it is waved off
           the traffic swerves
           to look for cool air
           approximately true
           like raindrops
           how high we’d float
           in our summer
           you’d want more 
           if you thought
           it was even there