Poem du jour



wind howling through broken fences>
smacking branches>
twisted like garlands against toppled gardens>
and made dizzy by indecision>
the gate bangs against the house like the gong of doom,>
as clouds weep their tempest>
waterlogged lawns match the swollen eyes of the hidden moon>
*this is a new wind*>
strange, out of place, like Christmas in July>
like sardines in a fruit salad>
the earth groans, rolling like one long without sleep,
afraid to awaken

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