Understorm Poem by Richard George
Understorm
A giant, I could almost
touch this dye-through-
ribboning in the cauldron-smur.
Scrag-ends of cloud wave from the mountain.
Most of this is us waiting
for fat drops two parts
hydrogen to plop like minnows
seconds before squall
picks up, and all along a bronze-electric horizon
drown Himalayas of water
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4/26/2024 6:54:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
You have brought the sky right down on us! I especially like 'for fat drops two parts hydrogen to plop like minnows...' Short but just as powerful! Glad to have read you, George!