I can’t get anything done,
all I can think of is sap rising,
Pistils and stamen exploding,
Stiff rods with soft crowns
Cream and sugar
without coffee
Heat rising, center broadcasting,
heat-seeking missiles
in the electric air,
pulsating, pushing through
clouds, thick and white:
cumulus, striated, heavy
with rain they can’t hold
much longer,
cloudburst overdue
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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I love it. I can see what you're feeling because I could feel it in your piece. Great writing.
Oh, Dylan Thomas much?
I love this one. This is you, Harper. You written all over it.