storm gathers her minions
Storm gathers her minions, trains her army,
I watch from my window, thinking of smoke
She is unusually puffy and billowy, personable
Determined and distinguished, I feel fearful
Storm continues to bring in troops
I think it is overkill, but what do I know?
I have never been a commander of an element
I sit back and wait, worried about the possibilities.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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