Come feel the thunder that can’t be un-felt
from the great green glass conveyor belt
franticly dealing with all it’s been dealt.
Niagara morning to Niagara night
the cloud creation has oversight
from a cloud of gulls in constant flight.
The deep green marble factory floor
is scattered with scraps the machinery tore
from the cumulonimbus it ships up to soar
in the blue.
Source: The Author, May 2019