Evening Poem #3, April 3, 2016

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The wind lifts rain
And slaps against doors and windows
A flash of lightning on the curtain
The doors bulge with the pressure from the storm
The noise of the passing cars is subsumed
No, harmonized, in the beat of the rain
In one lull I hear the clock on the wall.

Copyright 2016

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