afternoon sunlight’s glow
chases the ordinary from
the dancing trees due east
across our pond which flows northward
under pre-summer’s presumptive thrust from the Gulf.
Cobalt grey boiling roiling cumulonimbus butts mooning Tampa,
anvil-headed bullies come stomping up and over the ridgeline,
trashing the manmade Scylla and Charybdis commute on eye fore.
Quite lovely it is when towering white giants come through,
innocently wielding chaos within their bulk darkening the sky.
Their fury, their bellowing breath cleanses the air,
leaving all around us cleansed, scoured bright.
Chronologically set, they come before night,
as Sol is heading west
charging with golden hue
water flowing free
The folks at dVerse are holding an Etheree bee.
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