A blog about being a writer, believing it, honing it, living it.
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
PS: A poem about weather
The sky gets this yellow tinge
Before the tornado hits –
I sit on a fire escape,
Courting the eye of the storm.
Finding meaning in still air
Proves impossible;
Breaking the sky clears the air.
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