Cloud Towers

Thunder is grumbling down again,
Out of that un-ironed pile of forgotten clouds,
towering over the Alps.
Sweltering, breaking heat
A few 11 o’clock fireworks,
Even here.
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By bonniemcclellan

Mother, poet, american ex-pat from Texas living in Northern Italy.

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