Storm spanked sky.
Spat til it died.
Squalling water burst its banks.
Loomy soil sank.
Wind- rushed reeds
Bent to:
Rain- lashed trees.
A willow sank to gnarly knees.
And a post-storm breeze floated
Lightly on yellowed air.
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Saturday, 10 July 2010
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