POETRY
The Storm
Today, on the lake a glint, like gray steel
Leaves in yellow huddle and whisper of now and then
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Slanting rain starts to fall
Easy and light
The branches wave accusing fingers
at the rust brown train sliding past
And the road dips
like a plunge of heart.







