watching at distance
poem written in response to Quarter Crazy, November 15, 2025 Marathon
sitting with strangers on a bench looking looking across water in two blue shades shades marked sharp edged in discreet molecules molecules suspended in still water water exchanging liquid with dark clouds clouds gathered brooding a change of weather weather that predicted itself sulking sulking as four strangers sit silently silently each debating why they sit sit uncomfortably crowded without without knowing the answer or question question irrelevant as storm gathers gathers in a shrinking distance warning warning silence will not save anyone anyone failing to see dry grass call call for release of necessary rain

What a great chain poem!!⛓️❤️
Wow. Love the imagery. I was going to ask about the form, then read Sam’s comment. Very cool. Miss seeing in zoom groups. Lia