Posts Tagged ‘storms’

a storm about four in the morning
 
indivisible from the shell of our sleeping house.
 
picasso windows shy to reveal their version
of night rain’s residue.
 
invisible hooves finding roof.  imagination
swaying neighbor trees.
 
my slight ears witness from a universe
far, dry, motionless, sheltered within.
 
one desire craves tea, blind.
waits the threshold, forgotten,
 
behind.
 

 
 
neil reid © 2014 january
 
I suppose. has it been a million years?, so gotta make a new category, “bad poems”, just for me. and the horse is about how high did you say? but it would have been 100 this year if William Stafford was yet with us here. worth remembering. worth even writing bad poems, so here. ~neil

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