Fallow 169
The sun is shining
Few clouds on the horizon
Suggest heat will stay
If storms are brewing
Infinitesimal shades
Can only be seen
But this form still builds
Strengthening and hardening
With no lack of surge (a storm of its own)
Work still continues
A beating drum insisting
Everything's normal
Nothing is normal
So I find sanctuary
At home and on page
I cannot fathom
How the crowd is persisting
Under such pressure
We all cope some way
My love sneaking in to show
How (dis)course unfolds (blooms)
Her coping or (me/mine)?
I imagine with right curves
These are much the same
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