The in-between of dusk and

night releases half shadows.

Clouds hurry to corners.  The last

breeze twists a single sheet on a

clothesline.  A voice familiar to back

doors slips into a cracked plaster

hallway.  Billboards advertise last

year’s circus.  Resilient pillars of

weeds claim an abandoned lot.  A dog

with strong eyes challenges the weak.


A warm storm approaches.  Thunder

announces the orchestra of heaven.  The

earth is its anvil of revenge.


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