After the Storm



Pale. Wide-eyed. Troglodytesque

we step into silence.

The silence, thick and heavy.

A curtain. An intermission until it begins again.

Begin again

it will the howling, rattling, crashing, banging,

clanking destruction. The wind’s revenge.

Its revenge will subdue

us for a heartbeat, then we will forget


until the curtain rises.        


by Dorcas Wilson  



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