the storm came up on us quickly
all wind and rain under a sepia sky
a storm some ancient creole grandmother might describe as
The devil’s wife done kicked him out da bed,
we got the boat in before the clouds wrung themselves dry.
later,
a woman walked in the rain up the wharf hugging a cello;
there was a bit of timpani thunder
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What lovely words and image.
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