There is something
not quite right
about that light.
Some thing a bit
bent-around-the-edges --
crinkled, if you will --
a kind of
Unreliable Brightness,
harboring something
up deep
in its shimmering, silken sleeves …
Hearken to the horizon:
a thunder-rumble?
No, none. Not yet.
And yet,
still, there is Some Thing
nót quíte ríght …
about that light.
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