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heavy weather

the rain is chasing me.
a wall of buckshot
pelting the ocean's surface
hard enough to strangle the mackerel.

strangle them with a freshness
a freshness they are not used to.
gills pumping crimson and silver streaks
mimicking the august sky
in a place where the first
solar eclipse was ever recorded,
in north america

storms make me lonely,
as they catch up to me.
the passing of time makes me sad,
and the sound of water
leaves me unthinkable.

this is heavy weather
this is what I live for
this is what I would die for
and I can’t help
that I like it.

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