The storm's bland aftermath dissolved and stained
the air so that it tasted like burnt wire
or moistened stones. At last, a lingering
tomato-tinted twilight grasped the streets.
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Beautiful poem! I enjoyed your post about the Mormon parking lot as well.
Posted by: Bob Gehrenbeck | 2017.07.31 at 21:08