Like change happens growl
of cloud
and pitter of rain.
Spat of bother
and heaps pain.
What colour you wore
the day of blast
when sky
apparently went flew/lost
still searching soul.
Block wall
shock of quake.
Drill dreams
new-clear.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
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