Subtleties that bake and boil
Smoldering under a noonday
sun,
Never quite erupting into
Molten fire and lava,
Never billowing the skies
With fiery ash and fever.
Never raging, ravaging
In naked holocaust.
Most content to view events
With quiet desperation,
Riding out the mounting waves
That crash against the
shores.
Lifting up her chin against
A wall of rain torrential
More intent on what was won
Than what she might have
lost.
Let the storm pass – as it
will –
Let Hades dissipate.
The gold that lies at
rainbows end
Is surely worth the wait.
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