Sudden Storm
The storm blasted its way across near horizon
Like a fleeting loss of Mother Nature’s temper--
Seething anger, blowing, and drumming ahead
Shouting to the trees “Get out of my way!” and
Sending loose flotsam before it to blow about
With no regard for torn shingles or fresh, clean
Clothes pinned to that long thin line stretched
Between two crosses of piping standing rigid.
The storm strode across the flowering meadow
Like the entrepreneur who owns everything and
Preens disarmingly confident in his arrogance--
Leaving broken stems of royal purple in its wake
Applauding its success while breaking their backs
With flashes of flexing strobes and sudden gusts.
THIRD PLACE WINNER
August 1, 2021
entered "Imagism" poetry contest
sponsored by Emile Pinet
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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