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Storm clouds
I wonder if I search for storm clouds in peoples eyes or if I put them there.
Shocked when the rain starts and the thunder roars.
Lightning flashes.
I wonder if the rain stops.
I wonder at rain drops.
Falling, stalling, halting.
I wonder at anger.
Where it comes from and when it will pass.
The smell of wet grass.
I wonder if everyone thinks of dying.
I wonder how many times a heart can break before it stops and my body rots.
Give me back to the earth and pick the wild flowers from my ribs,
Gift them to someone you love on Valentine’s Day and then toss them when they wilt.
I wonder when I’m wilting.
I write when I do.
There are storm clouds in my mind that find their way to my eyes.
Wondering if I put them there.
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Wendy Boutin
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