(title inspired by the Kate Bush song)
CLOUDBUSTING
For the second time I asked
why the clouds were late
I grew rosemary on my
temples and collected
Vesper
tines in the morning
wax of secrets and diaries of
beauty for
the second time, a second time
the world was made with
paper and construction blue
I love it when
my stomach jokes
and when my elbow drove me to the lake
with a door, and I
remembered the last time my liver was
handed, crowned with
jewels and baskets of
oranges, the ones picked
last night rolled back twice
on some moss’s jealousy
I wonder why
I wonder
Why the second time
the clouds didn’t call today
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