Saturday, September 29, 2012

Storm Reconsidered

by me.


Wind picks up
Trees bow and curtsey
ebb and flow
ebb and flow
Depending on the hour, 
soon, 
Sirens will wail 
as they always do After 
rain slicks streets And 
irreverent drivers pay 
no mind.
Ride it out
ride it out
Go on about 
your business.
Rain sprinkles 
on skin
Cool toddy Candle flicker
my lightening.
I will grow tired
As does the storm.
Candle flicks Lightening answers 
Thunder rolls
Nod and sway
nod and sway
Then 
still.
This night no sirens 
Quiet 
finale.

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