Untitled Poem #-17

Posted: March 6, 1992 in Poetry
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light is spilling through the clouds,
and the whippoorwill wind is getting louder;
a storm is coming.
I can see the line of rainfall
blurring the trees across the way.
the dark is rising,
and my shoes are untied.

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