A Storm Rushes In
A crocodile-hide sunset,
a ferrous squall;
somethings boiling up there.
Storm gulls
beat mosquito clouds away
as they flee.
Ten wild horses corralled in a dumpster
hammer my fearless heart.
An anemic sky gulps for breath
near or far
a brawling trample scuffs the earth.
The dimming light drips strings
of gelid spittle.
Vaporous stalactites shred an acrid air.
Now a ferrous rain cuffs and pelts.
I hide my face from its eyes,
follow a screaming ghost
into the house.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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