The Coming Storm
Sky trailing gloom
lathered clouds roiling
like the grume
of spent soup boiled
the croup of thunder
groping upon the raspy
cusp of dark and
machinating storm
disrobing to extend
its carnal grasp
into the brooded nest
in which we frown
asleep beneath the warm
impenetrable dream
immune to harm
omnipotent for
night's brief term
ca. '95, rev. 6/20-6/26/98
Copyright 1998 by Maurice Leiter
Posted with permission.
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