Storm runoff fountains from manholes—
wind throws fists of water against my window.
I remember a smoke-filled sky.
A torrent rushes past in the gutter where
crisp dry leaves blew on a hot breeze.
My lawn gleams, a sheet of standing water.
The rosebush is still blooming.
Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside
Tuesday, December 08, 2015
2015 in Review
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