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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