Storm Ahead

Doomsday tongues 
in broken faces
sing their longing for rain
in this rainless season.

No words or songs alone
can cool this heat, but 
songs come anyway.

In the near distance,
darkness and silence.

Beyond that?

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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