Tides of wind scarves
fire dance in gusts
on the throat of the storm
Vertical pinstripe
quite lovely
On leaf veins and bark furrow
blush spread
on brick
wet thread
on window
brilliantly lit by street lamp
It falls, as far as the eye imagines it can see
And fabrics flap
swollen
against the legs of children
who giggle and court trouble
in the irresistible seduction of puddles
Mother earth
rich runnels soak and seep
wood-wet splintered thorn rivers
embedded in ground shaved and sheared fresh
across fields, highways, byways
reds and greens and stone
the scent of seed
in the midst of the cognizance of growth
under storm drain ditch sudden rage
of rivers woven with infinity's mark
On waters, intense surge and sojourn
behold there is fire on the edge
a cadence of a tenor depth
they fall up from the black tar blaze
of water stars on sidewalk
a caul, an amniotic wash
in the way of heavens rupture
and the flood and wash of torrents
slow and steady
love
and the keen edge of celestial breath
as it blusters and blazes
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