Morning Crashes
a july morning crashes
with the thunder
gentle rat-a-tat rhythm
rain-tears on a metal skin
his shoulders are slumped
his heart the drum
loved by all yet loved by none
the storm intensifies
in and around him
zephyr screams at the trees
flesh rips from their bones
fire cracks the sky
and when the wind and rain
have had enough
they release him
to find his way
home
Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2017
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