Small Atmospheres

Light lifts water
Off a parking lot.

Clouds on slick concrete.
Air apparent.

Left to right
Whips white speed.

Then still.
Then not.

Stratus swell.
Cirrus gust.

This chest, wet lot.
You, yellow heat.


One Response to “Small Atmospheres”

  1. eduardo says:

    The changing weather of one’s heart, eh?

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