There was a cat. 4 hurricane in Texas named, Harvey. ~~~
a lone saturday in august
August
you are sultry
you are hot
you are screaming storms
you are dry winds across desert seas
burning my soul to gases of ashes
leaving me wilted and stilted
decomposing pieces of shattered glass stutterings
I am sliced open
molten eruptions ignite words
flaming, oozing
falling stars of the
stone sky revelations
cratered
pockmark sonata
stacatto
symphony
piano to oboe
solo for the dead
September
you are the portal of peace
tomorrow's song yet to be sung
the blank pages of coolest blue aster
quiet meditation streams of thought in soft sounds
you are but a name...
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2017-08-26 at 20:09
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