Storm Within, Storm Without
These eyes,
bleary behind a blurred bifocal,
stare unseeing through wet windshield wipers.
These hands,
on the steering wheel, cold, calloused and cowed,
grip tightening, loosening now and then.
These toes,
now cruelly cramped in soggy socks,
numb in my shoes, soaked in sidewalk slush.
This storm,
smears the night scene through the car window
with watery grays and smudged neon lights.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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