Friday, March 2, 2012

Storm stories: Before

Silent, now.
Sunshine is warm.
The animals are still sleepy.
Crows laugh.


But it's coming.


As it did on the Gulf after a pretty day of preparing.


Boiling like soup
not started well
and ruining the pot.


We danced, and sang, and saw only the sun.


But the source of
our sorrows
saw us.
And knocked.

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