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Bob Meszaros

“It’s Just Weather”

A month of rain;
flushed from the roof top,
flowing down stream on his back
In open water, he feels the current
tightening, hears the surface collapsing
behind him, crashing on the rocks
below the dam.

Still in denial,
certain that this world 
will somehow right him, he searches 
the sky for affirmation. But heaven 
is filled with shattered limbs 
and leafless twigs, barren
branches scratch 
against the sky.

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THE COURTSHIP OF WINDS

© 2015 by William Ray

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