flesh burns in
the afternoon sun
to meet the cool
blue moon later
in a stormy night
the sirens may
call out three
or even four times
while spectators in
the neighborhood gaze
upward to the flashes
but we have already
smelled the rain
and felt the thunder
in our souls
it's time to let
the wind blow through
and take all our
expectations with it
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