august thunderstorm
tumbles along the pavement,
whips city trees,
casts spells on each hidden thing –
even jealous river, birth bath
august thunderstorm
tumbles along the pavement,
whips city trees,
casts spells on each hidden thing –
even jealous river, birth bath
Poems from in between 
2 responses to “Day 8”
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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Thank you! And yes, Winter seems bare even in a storm somehow.
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