Bill Grace


Tracking The Storm - Poem by Bill Grace

Early morning lightning
Has power I will not dismiss
Counting the storm's movement by its strikes
Three miles, five then seven
Seeing the slight flash
Then carefullly counting the seconds
At twenty the lowest rumble,
For what seems a gray dawn eternity
Tracking the storm
From behind heavy closed curtains.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 22, 2011


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