Thanks, Brenda, for the Wordle!
too thunderous to count
messages spit across
the soupy sky
a thousand red charms
pulse from front to back
and round about again
like the sheen of time
dresses each crazed dish
the mystic signs for calm
but all eyes are on the
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thunderous messages
spit across the soupy sky
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