Sunday, March 25, 2018
2010-Early evening
early evening
rain ran
unsure of its
direction
sometimes horizontal
sometimes
angled or
tri-angled
with affection
trees swish
north west
south west
birds race to nests
not looking for a rest
but flung about
like some sort of revenge
gods are yelling
gods simmer
gum leaves glimmer
ever in the wet
and soon the sun
will set
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and the birds are always gone
ReplyDeleteand even in the early evening, revenge is always looming (or brewing perhaps?)
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