Life on the streets

The breaking of clouds,
just before autumn.
Wind fallen fruit,
throbbing on thirsty ground.
The taming of furtive desires,
and love in the fire.
An image of you,
resting upon a cloud –
intimately fastened to my soul.
This is my life on the streets,
waiting out the storm.

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