Midsummer Storm I
stood on the
sidled
up
cliff,
to the ledge
and emptied myself of ash and dredge then
I
which I
tapped fell
my
soul of
sheer from the
shadows and sin edge and took flight
its
in the
wind
stood on the cliff
and dug out
my dirt
emptied myself of the pain and the hurt they lost
fell
sheer from the ledge
shape and
lost
form
and flowed west on the winds of this midsummer storm
Jesse Rademacher
