Aftermath
There’s something stagnant in the day’s slow heat
It lies unnoticed by plodding feet
The air is there, though somewhat near
Hanging loosely in abated fear
But upon the wall the magpie sits
No scream or shout, but passing flits
Electric buzz of the cold hard screen
Reminds once more of what has been
Copyright © The Red Rain | Year Posted 2013
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