On the Sharp Side
On the sharp side of a raindrop
I felt the ice as I fell through
The deceiving of a cloud top
On the sharp side
Not fragile in the midst of blue
This toiling hailstorm workshop
A sudden jarring breath I drew
Yet places I would never swap
Plunging toward the earth, I knew
It’s not here me or rain will stop
On the sharp side
Copyright © Hat Bueckert | Year Posted 2023
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