Jeremy Xamined the Stormy Eaves
Absently I
Brushed the
Crushed ice
Down from the
Eaves and
Followed my
Grandfather into
His little cottage.
I looked all around me hoping to find any traces of
Jeremy's presence, but
Katherine had been thorough and
Left
Me
Nothing, to remember him by.
Out of the corner of my eye a
Purple flag flapped outside the
Window,
Quietly warning us of the
Rapidly approaching
Storm that had
Threatened the lot of
Us.
Very slowly I
Worked my way to the window and
Xamined the sky outside,
Yawning for lack of
Zzzz's.
Copyright © Timothy Goetsch | Year Posted 2014
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