canopied over by another storm
all the rain is dropping like fruit
all the leaves are batting back
It's crackling out here
it's hunkering
all the birds are narrowing their eyes
they're echolocating
all the air is sucking it up
it's earthing out here
what are you doing out there in the storm
I'm conducting a poem
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