Category: weather/storms
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A Pleasant Thursday Afternoon Reverie
Wouldn’t it be nice if the coming storm began at the west edge of our yard and blew all the tired green leaves it strips from our trees out our yard and into the park for the city to gather and discard and wouldn’t it be nice if Prima Donald resigned and moved to Russia…
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Leave your shoes by the door
This morning no rooster crowed to remind you of your denials All the times you turned your head and averted eyes Shortly after dawn a crow called from an oak warning you Of a coming storm trees stripped bare limbs broken Clogged storm drains yard full of mud holes in the roof revealed 10-15-19
My husband's poetry 