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The waves crash cool collections that a cloud just drinks all up |
Word Count: 197 That hot Manta sun struck a chord with my nimbus 2000 Cloud sound surrounds the crowd that gathers to watch Banana boat blessings on a rocky wave, Or the sun tan lotion that gets in the way of my vision: that she could have been the one. I tremble before her wave: cresting, caving, crashing, And the indomitable spirit of the larger picture. I suck at every drop I can muster A big man that was to her Something of a somebody or something. She contains all the sea turtles of the world. Ripe, abundant, life-giving processes Not once, but an eternal spring. And her pet seagull that sings, Does it consider flying like Daedalus? Can you see something so temporal? As a bag of gas and flash? I’ll change my nature Do clouds hate her? What does it take to nurture? Lightning bolts strike and winter begins Inside the nubus is turbulence within Hollow inside now leaking all Trying to break down her wall And I tremble and cry. I know we are linked infinitely My swirls are your drops And your breaks are my flops. I give up now. It’s a cycle. |