bw/fw. by "August," I did not mean the month.
My Dear Hurricane,
August
Lips smitten with
Wailing sirens'
Speech of love
Drowning out
Sputtering words
(once spoken rain)
Like falling devotion
A gathering lake gathering a
Devotion
Falling like rain
Spoken once
Words sputtering out
Drowning love of speech
Sirens wailing
With smitten lips
A gust
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