galloping clouds
in a rush to get
somewhere, anywhere
but here, dropping
just enough cold
rain to let you know
that they are there.
they erase what's
left of a sun
as it sinks unseen
towards another
part of this curved
and trembling world.
movement of the sky,
movement of the
heart, the heart
so slow to catch
up to the mind,
but they are all
together now and
swimming towards
a new day.
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