Heavy, with the frame

of a big man through a crowd,

the storm front rolled in

like horses running wild.

Winds viciously slapped trees,

lifting objects weak with weight

into the turbulence of

clotheslines dancing electric

and windows rattling

like angry snakes or unburied bones.

Doors yielded to great pushes

by forceful bold gusts and

rusty hinges harmonized with

yesterdays newspapers

passing without apology.






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