Random Acts of Poetry
Channeling
Thoughts shake in the wind,
till there's fallout:
words dropping
precipitous notions
like rain
into a swimming pool,
disturbing
insects and leaves
as particles or
waves or
like pictures,
dots of light--
a churning mob
of millions
before my widened eyes,
my opened ears
cupped to hear
what the sky must say.
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