Secret Ingredients
Storm
the sky badly bruised
sitting beneath the mottled
colors of sundown
–
roiling-
iron clouds
hanging low
Fire
the burning forests-
gaia’s tears turn to embers
borne off by the wind
–
peals of thunder-
rain falling
on a wild fire
Escape
the wind in your hair
miles unspooling behind us
escaping our past
–
needle and thread-
finding holes
in a spider’s web
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