Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Poetry Project, v.10.0, Day 28

oooooooooooooo....it's one of our summer storms......

i can smell the pressure building
before i can feel it,
i know what will happen,
i've seen it before,
what feels like a long time ago,
and i wonder to myself
how no one else seems to understand it,
they don't see it,
smell it,
taste it in the thick stifling air,
always surprised,
even though it's happened a thousand times,
and it will happen a thousand more.

Thanks for reading,

Me

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