Setting out and forth;
setting aside the lines against your smile.
Packing up the
tresses flooding, flashing
down across undrained streets
(filling the storm drains,
filling the streets).
Collarbone pressing clouds
back against the Southern sheets
of a downpour, back of town.
You are the low Summer thunder
under drenching Summer heat;
the cicadas howl beneath your feet,
catching the wind of your passing
and the flatland filled with your tears.