Sunday, June 14, 2015

We Thirst

Raindrops pelt the yard hard like
hurling stone, leaving puddles 

where soft earth gets pitted by 
the fierce pounding of water

from skies clouded two days with
distinct billowing masses

of vapor floating above
creatures thirsty for sunlight 

yet settling for random spurs 
of spirit condensation. 

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