that summer
in july the palms
slipped past,
one by one
another. you took
your time in
electric storms.
To let you savor
thunder i asked
the god of thundering
joy to belt his rhythm
into the night sky.
silvery cloud,
one by one,
wait for us up there
you dream of melting oceans,
of palmy treetops
falling...
you embrace
the earth, eat the dirt
and all at once are
born into an extradorinary league
of wonders,
and watch the sun dip down
again each night.
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