the rain
forces you inside,
beneath an
overhang of
a store
closed for sunday.
the wind
turns each green
leaf
over into a silver
palm along
the boulevard.
the heat
rises on the pavement.
thunder
is nearby.
a broken arrow
of lightning
strikes in the distance.
you could stay in
this moment for a long
time,
before you go on
your way.
Sunday, July 13, 2014
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