Brainstorm
I wonder,
if the forecast ever called for a
brainstorm
would people put on helmets
and close their minds?
hide under the staircase of their skull
while a wind of wild
new thoughts
blew
through
their
eyes and ears
until at last
the hurricane in their head
hurtled
to their nostrils
and came crashing out
in a slow motion sneeze ?
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