Sunday, April 12, 2020

LIGHTNING STRIKES


lightning strikes

In deep and soothing sleep,
I did not hear one peep.
Then lightning lit the sky
with thunder turned high.
Winds uprooted the trees,
bringing them to their knees.
What has happened to the town?
The waves have turned a dark brown.
Shadows creep from the shore.
I can’t handle much more.
THE DEAD GAME

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