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| Carl Brandien Hurricane at Tarpon Bend, September 15, 1945 |
That rumbling rolling
Coming from thunder sound -
The storm is about to break.
Open the window
And the raindrops wet me,
Forehead, cheek and chin -
Look down to write you
Into a poem, and lightning
Flashes beside me.
The puddles are jumping,
The willow sashaying,
And then just as quick, everything stills.
I turn away. Light candles.
Run a bath of lavender
And lily scented froth.
Sometimes you fear it,
Sometimes you don't -
The thunder rolls back for her audience.
(c) Shaista Tayabali, 2017 for Open Night at Dverse Poets
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| Edgar Degas Woman in a Bath Sponging her Leg c.1883 |
