Micro Burst
Micro Burst
I live in Old Town
Up on the tenth floor
my windows face west
And when I look out
My eyes are blessed
With a mountain view
But this evening the
Skies are midnight dark
Two hours before sunset
Winds from the north
Have sent the treetops
Swaying back and forth
In a frenetic bugaloo
Of bend don’t break
As the great mother
Throws her hissy fit
Unknowable anger driving
Her emotions down streets
Alleyways and canyons
No cars no people
Below my rattling windows
Just invisible wind bursts
Blowing trash and fallen
Leaves south with attitude
Driven by brute strength
And my thoughts drift
Toward bed and pillows
Hoping that tomorrow morning
Will be sunny and warm...
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