Monet

Rain breaks in the distance
unfurling like a curtain
dropping to the sea.
Not everyone can see it;
to some it’s just a gray horizon.

Some people run when it gets here,
they shelter their head with newspapers
and hands on collars of jackets;
we hold our hands out
and speak louder, cringing
with grins through the cold
pelts.

What makes us tragic
is our attraction to pain,
even when we see it coming
like a storm over seas.

– North Hollywood, CA

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Taken in Seattle, WA

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