Clumsy clashes – clouds’ collision,
a revolutionary march of drops.
Intuition holds rescission
to resuscitate for skylights props.
Sparkled sky ignites devotion –
rolling thunder catches lightning’s tail.
Wind is showing its emotion,
all his promises are gloomed and frail.
Leaves’ traversals cover falling,
trapping vital gears into reverse.
Like a pennant, time is lolling,
carrying over summer in its hearse.
Streets – strange rivers (two flows holding),
stripping moves, so cobblestones are seen.
Clumsy clashes – blames and scolding
are revolving... briefly loosing spleen.
July 9, 2007
Iouri Lazirko
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