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Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Tempest

Sit at the window
Stare at the wet gray morning
The streets strewn with trash

Contemplate the storm
The darkened rush of pain, slips
The rain moving on

A broken column
The great tree, scorched and limbless
Bursting at its roots

The electric flash
A conflict of heat and light
Summoned from the Earth

The park grounds are filled
With mud and mire, swamp water
Worms crawl and slither

The deluge ending
A breakfast for the robins

Feast for the sparrow