to give human beings miniature weathers;
pockets full of hailstones
eaten like candy
tiny suns to keep in
handfuls of green sea winds
thrown against the sweaty brow.
I would ask for raindrops
from the ends of my fingers
thunder rumbles, just in case,
under my tongue.
who hasn't wished for a blue storm
in the palm of the hand
to unleash at will?
is currently pursuing her MFA in creative writing at Hamline University
in Minnesota. Her poetry has appeared in many publications.