effulgence

aristophanes

they wheel-barreled themselves in
like school children rolling on yards

of dry, amber-pale grass, but the clouds
didn't speak; no, not even a murmur.

from afar they came, from beyond the
sea, without so much a glance they

passed us by, as heavy as they were
with rain, trance-like, not sparing—

we watched them go by. dream-like,
she floated onward, and i—

i couldn't stop her.

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