Thunder To Rain

No time set aside

The words reformed

Again at their own pace

 

No place to reside

They’re written down

On a napkin or empty space

 

When I try to hide

They find me sure

In mountain or in plain

 

As new moments chide

The past adieu

  —and thunder turns to rain

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

 

 

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