Monday, June 16, 2014

The Night Was Moist



The Night Was Moist


Tuesday morning wakeup call,
Winds howling, windows rumbling;
Shake me from an unsteady
Slumber…
Raindrops shatter upon my glass
While the end circles around me;
Sleepily, I pull my boots up
And stumble out into the chaos-
Darkness…
To see what all the fuss is about.