CONVERGENCE ZONE

by Norb Walker Sag - Not entered

WHEN CLOUDS FLOAT EAST,
AND SOME FLOAT WEST.
LIKE COTTON BALLS,
THEY FORM A NEST.

BUT WHEN THEY MEET,
A THUNDEROUS CRASH.
AND OTHER TIMES,
THEY MERGE LIKE MASH.

THIS PLACE THEY MEET,
TO BE UNITED.
IS A CONVERGENCE ZONE,
OF THE UNINVITED.

Reason for writing:

    I live in the Seattle, Wa. area.    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1997-06-29 19:02:56
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:39:34
Poem ID: 47495

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