Stronger winds, bigger debris
Outside the window. The storm
Is cotton-mouthed, spittle-flecked
At the corners of the clouds,
And swallowing hard, as if
Trying to gulp at the creek
Choked on tumbleweeds below.
Description, kittens. This storm
Is gasping for description.
Another tumbleweed, huge
Enough for a house to wear
Like a wig, bounces off rocks
And disintegrates. Straw fall.
All emptiness wants to sprawl.
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