The cantankerous man
throws his wild skies
across the canvas.
Livid tantrums
flaring from his heavens
whip the clouds to
screaming,
infuriate the waves
so they bash the
boats that ply his seas.
And later, when all
is becalmed in sunlight,
milky behind gauzy
clouds,
that gentleness of
his, even tenderness,
will still presage another, approaching storm.
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