7:53

Purple sky smells of peachy shadow
Frantic
With a show of storm
Running vibration in my bones
Standing my skin in pinpricks
With ozone sinking on the air.

And the ripples on the pond
slide in sequence to lap the bottoms of my feet
To send my veins rushing
when
the prickle
of wetness
hits my hair
roots.
And the flash behind my eyelids flames the sky.

The trees rustle and groan
with the weight of restless wind
Complaining in the rumble of the earth
and the whisper of cloud conversation.

We sway to the movement of the storm.