unhappy with her writing
Silence of the night split open
Consternated by a clamorous crack
Nettie stared at the paper
Took out an eraser
Evening’s still quiet was horrified
By the fortissimo of thunder
No good.
She began anew
One day there was a rain cloud.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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