Day 8

august thunderstorm
tumbles along the pavement,
whips city trees,
casts spells on each hidden thing –
even jealous river, birth bath

2 responses to “Day 8”

  1. I like that “tumbles along the pavement”–it implies the physical strength of the storm, and that there are things out there to be tumbled along, unlike the bareness of winter.

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