Storm

Darkness comes across
a broken afternoon,
the air is full of weighty
metal scent.

Waves of oil, rise, dark
from the blacktop.
The shadows turn to silver
in the gloom.

The sky is bruised
in welts, it’s hailing diamonds!
The children screech and scatter
for the porch.

The world is split wide open
and is reborn.
The final mighty tear
summons the end.

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