Foraging finch, led amiss. 

Madescent billows roared, as clouds enshroud

And a sudden cascade coalesced  

With a well-timed jet stream & menacing westerly wind.

It’s a monsoon, pitch, and roll!  

Months spent sifting unseen white sand.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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