Big Storm

The dark in the west is deep - 
A rogue chunk of night 
Drifting like an iceberg.
The breeze, spiced with damp earth.
Wind chimes blunder into each other.
Thunder roots in the edges.

Close behind this Gotterdammerung
The sky turns a page of blue -
Like reading a disappointing novel
In a single glance.


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