It gets into you, the stormraging outdoors: the high
sc.raping of the wind shoving
furniture and things around
upstairs, the hail-laced rain
sounding like buckshot on
the walls of courage suddenly
gone sour and on the floors
of the heart. Storm parks in
the handicapped zone (because
that is what you have become,
paralyzed, pull-the-cloth-out-
from-under played with your spine),
engine idling, thrumming so loud
God can't hear your cries for
mercy: no more! No more!! And
then, the sun, the awakening to
discover this was only a dream?!??
(c) 2008, Karla Dorman
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