Storm Front, , , Poem by Laurence E. Bourke
Storm Front, , ,
Clouds this morning bear no semblance to those were accustomed to,
Rimmed by tides of winter fire, dull goliaths, tired with rain, Yearning
to expunge their elephantine loads,
The graying gluts hoard the earths water, no ark can save
Those down below, Our old stars angular climb comes
Far too late, There can be no defense! !
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
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