The evening before the big storm
Darkness hugs me
The rumble of a jetliner over head
The swushing of the traffic on the highway
In the distance
No breeze,
Just still darkness
Winter bare trees
Jutting up out of the snow
Like broccoli stuck in mashed potatoes
On a child’s plate
Seen in relief against the
Slate and salmon sky
Back lit by distant streetlights
Steam rises from the teacup
I am holding in my hand
Waiting for the snow.
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