Post Card Poem by Neil Crawford

Post Card



There was a storm here last night,

clouds cracked on mountain tops

like eggshells on a basin rim.



Liquid avalanche swept down

into the dusty town,

the dogs, overawed, are silent.

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Martin O'Neill 09 March 2012

This is great. Postcard format, minimal words, great images.

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Neil Crawford

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