See clouds of fury
with lightening
to lacerate the sky,
feel the warm steam
from volcanic tea kettles
with plumes a mile high.
Our home in diluvian water,
with neighgbors of one cell,
to swim around in silt
evolving to a form
that evolution built.
Air hisses and vents
with everlasting fog,
in days when I
was a tadpole,
and you were a big green frog.

01/28/2002

Posted on 01/28/2002
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