A churning connection

with gray clouds

the sky speaks

Birds flit in the wind

this torrent of nature

throwing raindrops

and fallen leaves

He walks across

broken

neon-blue

graffitied trees

Discovering

shadows that can’t be seen

They exist

in him

their power

reaching out

turning

a sunny day

into a storm

Twisted fences

can’t contain

his hot and cold feelings

blowing across

a saturated sea

of green

Expressions

of Everything

Everything Expressed

Whispering…

Where he should be.

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