nibbled while broiling words
in my head
-storm, jar, kick-
between spaces
i jot some verse
hoping
for crash of thunder,
sudden spill of cornflower seeds
skyward, i garnish
with blue, unflickering
silence
i can bear it now-
echoes
echoing with(in)
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