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from outer fringes of my balcony sky
clouds filling in there's a lowering the firmament glowering the lightning filtering flickering in darkness tickers dark and light exchanges twinkle twankles and jiggers the ebony curtains widened the world is split open to the sight somewhere a thirteenth mile away it approaches it encroaches the gathering of black growing line like a gathering wing of bats right above us the sky moves and shudders the silences sliced and shattered the swirling cloud fingerlet downward smatters the dank droplets splatter the grey-green sky wails and buckets down upon us streaks of hail God is speaking I am listening huddle-watching from my baclonied window the trees and branches bent over near breaking like a reaching hand of slivering sails. written directly to the page editing later LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM 8:07 pm PST TIME AND DATE STAMPED 6-5=20 AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD Vote for this poem |
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