all that’s ensued,
and we rise,

just not quite as high
as sky walker’s
clear eyes,

a tightrope glitters over
this city on pause,
as it dissolves
into a crowd

of arms crossed and
bent crowns,

then feet form their
own clouds to storm
rain’s splendor
on down.

-GG at:

image of downpour:

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