A May afternoon
Seagull pinned white
Against a dark cloud
Commonplace,
Pause
Then a slit of lightning
Now a jagged streak
Splits the grey cloud mound
Yet no sound comes
Over the beech leaves
And out to sea.
Oh yes
It comes
Within the damp embrace
Of a soft wind
And the drench of downpour. JL 2011
An ambivalent piece. I feel a tight tension,a spring tautness today with tears not far away. Like the different tear in the cloud. A silent ripping. It will pass.
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