thunder, lightning and the view from my porch

A filigree canopy is a seive
For water and light and cloud
Speak softly so the rain might fall
It shatters for the loud
Leaves melt into gasoline
As sunshine gilds their death
Silver oil ebbs through streets
And gives the green leaves breath





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