the missing

When I thought of the missing
I felt compelled to sniff the storms
Remembering many harmless, happy riptides

I looked for the flash flood
To warn me about the shortage

I crave the inadequate, incomplete insecurity
I crave the inadequate, incomplete influx

The impassible intersection invading
The braiding and the fading

And the ravine ever supplying
Only this and a whereabouts

‘It’s that thundershower,’ I muttered.

When I thought of the missing
I felt compelled to sniff the storms
Remembering many harmless, happy riptides

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