Shock Poem by William B. Deutscher

Shock

Trouble looms
in open air,
summer fair
turned to dust.
From my window,
second story,
see the gory view
everywhere,
past bank
and laundromat,
up the street
to the library,
and beyond.
Our dream falls flat.

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