Poems of Anna Farley
Friday, 3 March 2017
Cumulonimbus
This is the electric rain
that stings the skin.
That startles laughter.
Rivers gripping the pavement.
Great black clouds
and her own small mouth opens to catch water –
burning her tongue.
Clothes plastered to skin.
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