Brewing Storms – Onie Maniego

Maybe he brewed his storms at night
So he could pour it cold tomorrow—
Like his blanket covering the stars,
In the morning it would be gray.
The raging fires will be his comfort
So he’d be asleep amidst the chaos.

Photo by Terry Jung on Unsplash
© 2020 Onie Maniego and The Paper Drafts

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