A Journal of Thoughts from Last Week
The U In Thunder
Orchestra
It’s so close that her hands feel
it prowling her edges.
She feels the pressure of its grip
a sleight-of-hand drop of rain.
And she opens her hand
and invites its heart into hers.
This sky-bound electrical blip
this quarrel with equilibrium.
And she is too damned happy.
Written for RDP “blip” . Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.
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