A churning connection

with gray clouds

the sky speaks

Birds flit in the wind

this torrent of nature

throwing raindrops

and fallen leaves

He walks across



graffitied trees


shadows that can’t be seen

They exist

in him

their power

reaching out


a sunny day

into a storm

Twisted fences

can’t contain

his hot and cold feelings

blowing across

a saturated sea

of green


of Everything

Everything Expressed


Where he should be.

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