Wednesday, July 4, 2012

After the Storm

a low grumble following a flash of light
the storm moves further down the valley
electric air stirred by a gentle green breeze
branches bend low discarding
            the last drops of the past hour
small soft animals peek out
expectation in their eyes
the archeologist of our mind
            slowly reassembles
the shards of this battered world
it is the second dawn of this day

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