there’s a calm before the storm they say
so i look up at the blue expanse
the city skyline creates a jagged jawline
the clouds form freckles
(from too much moon?)
the wind hushes my footsteps
the sun escapes between the cracks of branches
dripping onto my face and just as quickly evaporating
as soon as i wipe my forehead with my hankie
tomorrow! tomorrow who knows?
Will Dao 