the storm



the storm


a dog
looking for a place
to sleep

listen to it growl at the boulevard
its broken sidewalks
weeds

in every crack
feel the rain fall and cool  
your sweaty flesh like a snuffed candle

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

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