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Volume 7 Issue 2
Page 7
Page 7
The wind whistles better than I. Tonight is one of
those Marilyn Monroe- or Mary Poppins-
blustery nights. My windows, ceilings and roof shake,
and the decorative glass in the sill.
Lights flicker but not out like last week when poles
were hit.
I am imagining coastal winds that Dad hated. I am
imagining an old lover and his classic rock album.
This morning I walked past cones and limbs from last
night's storm.
those Marilyn Monroe- or Mary Poppins-
blustery nights. My windows, ceilings and roof shake,
and the decorative glass in the sill.
Lights flicker but not out like last week when poles
were hit.
I am imagining coastal winds that Dad hated. I am
imagining an old lover and his classic rock album.
This morning I walked past cones and limbs from last
night's storm.
| Blustery By Nicole Taylor |