Friday, April 8, 2011

the storm

sometimes you see
the storm before it
gets here. you feel
the air grow cold,
the wind pick up and
turn the leaves
like cups up to catch
the rain. you see
the dog run in,
the birds as one
go quiet. everything
is on hold as
you wait, and wait,
for what's about to
happen, unfold.
love ending is not
unlike that too.

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