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Sneak to Reek
Sneak to Reek
Every time I look away,
the storm sneaks in
another step.
I see a flash in
the periphery
out of sight.
I feel a tremble
a tumble, a rumble
in the air.
The storm hushed heralds
it's there.
Rollings in relentless,
all powerful,
unstoppable,
ignorable,
reticent,
and strangely shy.
Inevitable,
the storm
sneaks in,
to reek
and come on
by.
Copyright ©
John Anderson
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