FRONT
Out my window are the sounds of war,
cacophonous explosions over the East River
and I wonder if NYC is under attack
at this late hour, but then lightening flashes
and the rain comes seething down
and I realize it’s just a storm front
blowing in, a furious story
to suddenly overtake us…
3 comments:
I like this!!
Thanks! You got good taste!
If I say so myself. Ha! Ha!
yeah, thanx fer the support, mary ellen!
it can get lonely out here in blog-town...
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