RUSTY HINGES

 

 

 

 

 

Heavy, with the frame

of a big man through a crowd,

the storms front rolled in,

like horses running wild.

Winds viciously slapped trees,

lifting objects to weak with weight

into the turbulence of

electric clotheslines dancing

and windows rattling

like angry snakes or unburied bones.

Doors yielded to great pushes

by forceful bold gusts and

rusty hinges harmonized with devils

passing without apology.

 

 

 

 

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