You scream, "Show some emotion!"
as the clouds parrot
your scrunched up face
before squawking into thunder.
How easy it must be
to draw from a well that always gives.
How easy it must be
to punch above the waterline
of a river that always floods.
What a gift it must be
to laugh and cry at the clouds
popping like corn,
while I sit alone and wait
for the years to reboot.

Author: Christian Ward

Photo: Possessed Photography on Unsplash

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