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Wrack
The storm brawled with the flying rags
of mad clowns.
Small birds exploded
in spiral sprays of feathers.
Deer slogged against a hoof tugging fright.
Raccoons clung to barn beams.
Trashcans spun like whirligigs.
Ducks sunk amid churning reeds,
the wind hurt every eye & heart.
All hid from the calamity jig.
Whirling trees danced,
in a bugaboo blow
that chased a sky around its own
wracked
and flying red ribbons.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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