The fog lies thick
Over the farmland and tall
Buildings. But
The jewel-like sun pierces through
The layers. There is a mild wind,
Wet, but refreshing.
Someone calls out
In a loud frustrated voice.
It breaks at the end of the
Sentence and becomes aggressive.
The sun disappears.
An engine starts.


6 thoughts on “Aggression…

  1. Loved how you juxtaposed the beauty of Nature with the frustrated aggression. You set the scene and told a whole story in a very creative few words. Very nice!

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