Timing So Fragile.
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Gathering,
the towering clouds
billow their way,
greying the blue
with sign of storm.
Shining,
the watery sun
gives untrue
assurance
to dusk-time.
Lying,
the lowering sky,
which moments
before swept by
with cornflower eyes,
showing wide,
now turns promise
to threat.
Dreaming,
the grazing sheep
gain full bellied night
by browsing
while rain pours.
Crying,
the white birds spill
through darkened
night air,
timing so fragile
in which they
must reach roost dry.
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