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 on July 12, 2018.
Posted in Art and Observation, Life In Italy, Poetry and Translation
Tags: Bonnie McClellan, cloud towers, lombard summer, my work, poetry
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Love that poem Feeling the force of unmuzzled Nature Love Lilane Sent from my iPhone
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