Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
The Storm
Lightning races across
The tar-stained landscape
In untamed exuberance.
Thunder chases after,
Screaming in frustration
At being the slow kid
In the game of tag.
Hail stands by the sidelines
And applauds
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