Eye Level


We are crawling over rooftops
Sliding around aircon cans
Flightless beasts.

We drift with the low cloud
Skimming fingertips across gravelled roofs
Eyes fixed on the floor.

We are the thunderstorm, brewed
And stewed like tea
Too strong in a pot.

We are crickets, buzzing chirping
Singing in the grass
Of quiet greens.

We are floodwaters burst
Snowmelt swamping, stomping
Waves through streets.

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