4a.m. thunder:

rain, like time,




today you spoke

in tongues


I replied

high laughter.


Ebb & flow

of us


like the sea

you shimmer.


This weather

becomes you.


I’m flighty

rain full


of fantasy


lightning strikes

I wait for the kill


long lived pockets

of habit.


Like you,

it illuminates,


before hurrying

away to storm


another’s bastion.


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