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Author of 39 Stories |
Temperate Climate
Humanity glows in your eyes,
Windows of sky resting in your treetop head
Showered in autumn leaves
Hiding the secret of evolution
You long to shield from the storm
Rainforest tears gather in clouds
Condescending condensation
Brimming over the edge of a precipice
And I’m waiting at the bottom
In an endless hole of sinking sand
Swallowing everything but a backwards baseball cap
Left out of the apparel you wear daily
But the last drop of dew spills over
In time for the climate to return to normal.