Bill Maceachern Poet Rhyme

Blackout

Blackout 

I sit in a blackout
What can I do
Wind is a howling
The rain's angry too

Windowsills rattle
High up on my floor 
I live on the seventh 
And hear every roar

I'm starting to find 
A still quietness
Mixed with a thunder
Of solitudeness

I sit in a blackout
What will I do
I'll sit here and bask 
In my gratitude

Bill MacEachern December 18, 2023

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