Soon to Strike

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I feel a poem like you feel rain

hanging in the air, stirring the skies

soon to strike skin but not quite yet

the way birds declare spring miles before you smell puddles

how the beetles cower in tree-nooks

I must stay out, unsettled sky-tides

impending shower of indefinite intensity

this is the uncertain destiny seeking my ear

to whisper or to thunder.

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