la tempête

there are trees waving in the wind
outside of my bedroom window
holding the moon in their bony arms
so that it doesn’t come crashing down

at the bridge of dawn and dusk
evoking hasty words from forlorn lovers
the night howls; the wind roars
destruction come another day

there’s a storm comin’, sonny
it would be best if you prepared
so pull out the sandbags and floodlights
and hold your loves ones tight

the calm before the storm is overrated
you never know the calm is there until it’s gone
rain pattering against your window
lulling you to sleep

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