Heavy days

Smudged clouds

Charcoaled strokes stain the canvas above

Even the bees sound louder

Their hum orchestrated to break such a close atmosphere as this

The Eucalyptus tree has shed

Curled copper crawls upon the silver bark

Falling piece by piece upon swollen soils below

Petals fractured and sage leaves buried

Night creatures gazed upon daggers of light

Children woke, frightened

For as the rain fell during moonlit hours

Mercy was forgotten

No rules

Is, as is

Today, dark tones paint midsummer dreams

Only bare feet on the dampened concrete tames this humidity

As another storm waits in the wings

To bellow

To howl with the rattled voices of broken gods

We are fallen birds

To shelter until a calm glaze softens the sea


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