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.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds,dogs
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8/28/2026 12:56:03 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
This is great. Postcard format, minimal words, great images.