Wednesday, February 15, 2017

The Storm - new version






The Storm


A dog seeks a place
to sleep. Listen to it growl
at the boulevard; its broken sidewalks,
weeds in every crack.

Feel the rain
and cool your sweaty flesh
like a snuffed candle.
Forget your name,
the snare that gathers
in the mist of night.

Imagine someone sleeping
in a row-boat tied to a mangrove root
undisturbed by the rain or the dog.

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