Squeezing Riddles from a Storm Cloud

spending grace
inside the gears
of the great wheel

taking control
black cloud reins
that rain on me
steer it with
a riddle left

in a kiss

lightning strikes
good vs. evil
in my beard

how true
the kingdom
of the possum

we were pretending
back then

inventing until
it got all
too real

everyone has a story to tell

goodnight . . .
* burp *



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