Thunder is dissatisfied.
When he opened the closet, the clothes
got quiet all of a sudden. They had
been making jokes about him.
Seeing lightning made her think
of maps and arthritis.
Hope covers dread like a watery,
weak lotion.
Street surfaces are a genre of art.
Fog, in some instances . . .
When the water-line broke,
the fountain in the public square
went dry, and we were sad to see
how plain the fountain looked
when it wasn't wearing water.
"This poet was an undrafted free
agent coming out of college, Al."
"That's right, Bob, and look at her now."
hans ostrom 2015
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