a violent wind
grips
the trees
bending them like
straw.
I open a window
to hear
the rain, to feel
the air
churning.
it won't last long
this summer
storm, most don't,
i'll just wait it out
before
going home.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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