parting
on my drive north
the clouds had splintered
some spreading farther than I could see
and some reaching straight up
wisped and threaded
a parting like the sea
and i wondered as we passed
if my raised eyes
were like the propped arms of a prophet
and if those clouds rushed back together
when i dropped my gaze
and that got me thinking
maybe the power i have
will part your arms
even your legs
next time we meet
a man can dream
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