• 

all that’s ensued,
and we rise,

just not quite as high
as sky walker’s
clear eyes,

a tightrope glitters over
this city on pause,
as it dissolves
into a crowd

of arms crossed and
bent crowns,

then feet form their
own clouds to storm
rain’s splendor
on down.

++++

and downpoured two
milky eyes,

running down pale
twitchy thighs

into glowing drain-
then spit back
at the sky.

Grumpy Gorman
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Thanks for the eyes and minds you’ve lent as support.