Cloudburst by Mayda Del Valle

You were too cloudburst
Not hurried or rushed just
not able to stay

Here in the corner of my home
Here on this bend of bone
this sliver of now,

I sometimes speak to you
as if there wasn’t a corpse
of scripture left unsaid between us

Still when we laugh
people watch and wonder
what holy hell of a hurricane
passed between us.

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