hunt

reflective in the surface of
the water is this breaking open
of the new thoughts
in the sky while
all observable movements in light and grey
land go out a’dancing with
the clouds and rain among the horizon curves
down comes sound growing out
the capturing of a restless drought
ending like the words we whisper
now a feisty lamb but
born of an almost sleeping lion
working its way into your vision
imitating a growing sound
the rumble of growling
of an animal
angrily awakened

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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