Stirring To Storms
Eye twitch to thunder
Bed stretch to rain
Pod of our house
with tin roof as our skin
Drip of papayas
Moment of green
Every last leaf
with a slick and a sheen
Compass of darkness
Clouds kissing trees
Cumulous whisper
to us on our knees
Noses to windows
Peeping to see
the music which pulled us
from blankets of sleep.
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