Sunday, June 9, 2013

A Haiku for the Heat. (In 4 parts).

I surrender, sun.
Burn me like a forest fire,
leave me half-way gone.

Watch my matter change,
disintegrate, fall, take flight.
It's all a rain dance.

When red is just red,
when clouds can be wet or dry,
you'll have found me, free.

Don't look for the old.
Familiarity's blind.
Taste me: I'm pulsing.

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