an audible moan

of muted thunder

crosses over

the surface

of this unknown road

stirring the air

and dust from

fence posts

and porches

barbwire sky flashes

send jagged

pitch forks

into the caldron

of disturbed weather

a warning to take

the other side

of this unknown


and walk away

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