Spring Storm

Have you ever seen the sky
pick up its heels
and run from the room?
You’d think it’d die.
Have you ever seen it
rain down all its color to the ground
in blacks and purples,
and the land turn green
and reach back up with yellow fingers?
They hold hands so well,
still young and in love.

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