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Aug 31
all day the weather has fussed
rain one moment

sun the next
right now

behind me
the sky is bright blue

and birdless  
the mountains ahead

are webbed heavy grey
and growling

the air has cooled
and rain is imminent

so when was the last time
you were the bright morning light?

when was the last time
you were a storm unfinished?
Michael Sean Maloney
Written by
Michael Sean Maloney  60/M/Japan
(60/M/Japan)   
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