FRONT LINE

From a distant balcony

I viewed the clouds crab by

overhead.

The winds resonated mixed sounds

through boughs of great trees

and then buffeted lightly against

worn shutters and meadow grass.

The sky darkened, I felt like an

unknowing outsider, a Philistine,

waiting for David.

I recognized the approaching

weather headline.

I lingered as a wary observer of

the strength forming above.

It was mighty and without

mercy.

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