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Canter Into Storm

by Charles Farrell Thielman ~ kokua ~


Storm Raked Manes


Gust spun boldface crosses an intersection

April plants a rainbow, spires to urban canyon

Arch of colors on a gray blue squall arm


Rain drapes a blue veil over bridge struts

Rush hour fires up, splashes debris into gutters


Jazz sax rivulets into my waking thought

dream arrayed within fine blue mist


Lyrics riff, born of the carved and the sprayed

Rusting, locked boxcars thunder rails hot


That loss etched habits carry bills of lading

well known. The brown maned stallions in the hollows

of my ankles canter through downpours

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