Francisco Lopez Poet Prose Poetry

10 Seconds After the Mental Storm

There was not a break in the clouds,
there was no sky, there was no hope.
the lowest region and the darkest.
the farthest from the sky.

But then...As if by magic,
On a fine sunny day, all the rats left the ship.
It was like a windfall, like a godsend,
like an unexpected piece of hope.

Just 10 Seconds after the M.S.

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