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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Cloud Towers
reflection: spare crop / fleet mind
Bonnie McClellan-Broussard 
Love that poem Feeling the force of unmuzzled Nature Love Lilane Sent from my iPhone
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