Behind the Atmospheric Front
Clouds
bulk,
bustle,
full of wet,
intend to push past,
hiding weaker ones behind the
vapor of their younger days, elbowing their way through
mist of doubt, to huddle with thick quick-growing ones, cajole each cloudlet that might still weep.
Hold off day's damp display, first give your view on airy
issues you heard in old maples.
Sun has heat that may
be useful,
here in
this
place.
