Poetry
Sky Fire
Finding stillness within motion
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3 min readMar 22, 2024
The sting of wet sulfur, kindled by sky fire, slices through the rumble of thunder. Disco-ball-flickers vein the inky arms of clouds, which undulate so low above me that I can almost taste them, imbibe in their ire.
A curious dampness laden with pine pollen and daffodils fills my nostrils.
