The Threat....
the river today
is clear, slow in its flow,
monotonous
the cloud above it
looks for its
face
in today's river
it is this blur that
makes it drift
the river rage is not
totally gone
tonight it shall tell the
moon
what are some possibilities
of anger
it is this anger
that makes the cloud heavy
and it is this heaviness
that makes the rain
that finally makes
the storm
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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