Thunderstorm, 2 a.m.

It hasn’t happened yet—
that thing you dread.
But you’re sure it’s coming
toward you like the
red splotches on the radar
making their way
to your front door.
You can almost hear
the tap tap tap on your
stained glass windows
and you brace yourself
for the kind of wind
that can rip up trees
and snap the roots right off
and leave the branches
reaching up for help
that will never come.

 

DeMaris Gaunt
9-29-15

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