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

forever
in a kiss

lightning strikes
good vs. evil
in my beard
goodbye
youth

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 *

©2022—JDCIV

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