Quick molasses, often, too.
Pushed and poured over the world
With fluctuating moisture rising, humidifying, coalescing
And often cloud-flavored: wisps, puffs, impossible piles, slate-grey sheets,
Waiting for gravity to do its job.
Heavy air; airy air; water-flecked air; lightning-spiked air;
All with a lot to do.
- Christopher Walsh, June 4th and 8th, 2015
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