Hour Two

A storm that almost came, false promises of wind and rain
turns south, leaves the path set out
To rend someone else
I don’t dare ask for it, I won’t dare speak
I don’t dare hunger, but I do, sight unseen

I watch it
I watch it
I watch it
Crest the horizon

I watch it
I will it
I want it
More now it’s gone

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