upon / storm

at a glance, these

tooth-pick thin weeds

quiver in receding vibrations.

the darkened skies, looming

above faltered matter; living

breathing, some – merely being.

they beckon the approaching

storm; playful with glee

as they urge an extended stay.

despite the surprise visit, sprung

upon us. it’s persistence a

relentless turmoil, hung

before all who bear

witness – to this perpetual

tremor.

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