Rocky harbors

I can hear the pitter-patter

of the lonely swarming clouds

like children to a calling

a thick and rushing crowd,

as water chisels over rock

I see the moving dance

a witty loathsome gesture

like the dice a rolling chance,

my heart it flows in weeping dips

at the world so blindly going

following master’s at their point

with no mind to what their sowing.

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