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.



revised

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