Thursday, May 24, 2012

Fading Out

A window slightly opened wheezes wind;
My private screaming chorus of night’s storm.

The sky pauses to whimper like a pup.

It howls, then pounds again with bitter force,
A crescendo, the apex of a wave
Comes crashing down like rock-spray by the shore.

My door protests and rattles in its frame.

Then silence tip-toes in on creaking floor-boards.

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