I.
lilting flutesong
and deep bass bowman
spur onward – the inverse stormcloud ballerina.
she personifies the ephemeral, ineffable
bundles of grey vapor –
wrapped around and when removed,
torn asunder.
bundled tight, round,
a tulle egg,
waiting to be birthed in precipitous glory…
yesyesyesyesyes.
spiration always comes before generation
just as you see a flash of light across the sky
(air displacement)
before the thunderous, wondrous
cacophony that follows.
By Anna Diorio
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