Forgive My Lead, But...
Forgive my Lead,
but i am just a cloud rising
and then
by chance the strong
wind
may blow me
north
when i merely want
to stay
wanting to get rid
of this rain
pregnant with
vapor
i am feeling so heavy
i rise at first
because i am as light
as hydrogen
gas
but soon i will fall
as storm
and acidic
rain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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