bi_janus Posted December 18, 2011 Report Share Posted December 18, 2011 Gulf storm Bi_janus for John Summer of our thirteenth year Throned on a seawall on the north end of Clearwater Beach Heating air convects clouds rising to be sheared into anvils Rushing at us lightning tongues seeking water's mouth cold air and horizon obscured look into its heart, John The door opens We fly from our perch into a maelstrom fire tongues caress our cores nearly rain blasted As desert sandstone smoothed Joined and Washed away How calm The violence, loving Link to comment
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