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Chasing Rain

by Matthew Zangen

The storms are changing,
rainless or brief,
torrential sun and thunder.

The radio and I commute home in static,
dropping under an uncertain sky.
Updrafts like cannons terrify the leaves,

and above, two hawks
climb the chaos,
daring the air to try something new.

Dozens more soar beyond
spiraling up in funnel form.
They dance with the wild storms of summer,
rising for the long way home.


Posted on 08/09/2019
Copyright © 2024 Matthew Zangen

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Brian Francis on 08/21/19 at 01:51 PM

Awesome The imagery is vivid. Nicely done. --bf

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