Monday, December 25, 2017

Stuart Rawlinson #89 - The Storm

the smell of rain on a cool breeze
clouds betray a horizon of mountains
noiseless flickers in the rivulets
one Mississippi
two Mississippi
fourteen miles away
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4 comments:

  1. Rob SchackneDecember 25, 2017 at 10:05 PM

    bright lightning
    :)

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  2. Rob SchackneDecember 26, 2017 at 3:42 AM


    or how it sounds
    down in Mississippi
    white lightning
    woo oh woo
    don't ya hear me cry

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  3. Kit KelenDecember 26, 2017 at 10:45 AM

    slide for the resonator guitar


    heat building up for days
    like this

    the kookas all laugh
    when the storm is gone

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  4. jimDecember 27, 2017 at 8:14 AM

    how cicadas string themselves

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