midday

 

mid day heat

the air heavy

with words

 

 

 

 

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weight

the weight of sky

before the storm

your silence

 

 

 

thunder

 

thunder clouds

the row

we always have

 

 

 

 

lake

lake ripples

I pick my moment

carefully

 

 

 

 

side

side by side

still the tension

divides

 

 

 

sharp

 

the sharp stabs

of anger

thorns on your roses

 

 

 

 

same

 

same old argument

the pan of milk

boiling over again ©