Day Storms

February 21, 2011
Luminance rests on the edge

A golden border

But the canvas is gray

Wind is the brush

Rain is the palate

Brushing strokes like tears down its mournful face

Split! -

Light rips the heart of the sky

Tears it to a jagged seam

A growl -

Ominous, never berating

Is the audible patch

Now its rising


And concrete fades to child's eye blue

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