The Threat....

the river today
is clear, slow in its flow,
monotonous

the cloud above it
looks for its
face
in today's river

it is this blur that
makes it drift

the river rage is not
totally gone

tonight it shall tell the
moon
what are some possibilities

of anger

it is this anger
that makes the cloud heavy

and it is this heaviness
that makes the rain

that finally makes
the storm

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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