A Slight Insurrection off 9th Street

I wonder if these sorts of clouds change the kind of thoughts people get. That certain prance in the sky, there. Do people come to different conclusions because of the manipulations of the weather? Are we merely creatures of circumstance? Auspices be damned. We’re drifters, at best. Clamped to the vagaries of storm patterns and currents. Blowy afternoons stored in some belated fog of the mind, reassured to lighter times…




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