Some kids across the street are playing football
under a reddened Sunset. Will the storm
move west or east? I listen to the tall,
thin branches of the trees, the leaves a storm
has thrown before. I remember when it was all
that I could do to think of nothing, storms
develop all the time, some in the fall
can whirl quite powerfully. The summer storms
I know from youth were quick, a violent squall
bubbles up in the afternoon and those storms
pass briefly. I want to know you and to fall
in love engulfed with rain like thunderstorms
undisciplined. It's you that I recall
in every swirling motion of a storm.
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