Some
thoughts hover-
dark and
threatening clouds
that blow
past
before
parched land
is
gratified.
Some saturate
the ground,
a good
soaking rainthat fosters growth
in the hard seed
that softens.
Stormy
ones strike-
deafening,
sulfurous, electric-a great interior argument
whirling to hurl
ideas into a wreck
of new tranquility.
Light ones
float by
fluffy,
self-satisfied,but the lasting ones
paint wispy strokes
in sublime layers
or come in close and moist
as the breath of fog.
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