tornadic nastiness has struck streets
I know that are no longer there
the wishwash of fallen clouds recedes
along with my headache. and the din
of dysfunction is erased leaving
lead laden smudgery. a walk
through the old to refresh the new,
an apple a day with worms
removed and strewn to safety.
enveloped destruction
arrives for unlucky addresses.
neighbors with greener grass
become human again.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
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