a man is no storm

the storm smothers
yet will not engage
baleful despicable
an inane insanity
sequestered anxiety

i fall
from
the sky
a fledgling
river
a dense fog
a leaf
mottled
in red
and gold

a lone drop
hits
the glass
i wait
breath held
for
another

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