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The Coming of a Storm

There is a silence emanating from my open window
No breeze or whistle of commotion
Just the echo of a dream withered by emotion
As I long for a cobblestone path to change

Granite and lime stone laden earth
Scattered with bits of bone and splinters,
Only carrion devourers find merit
As I long for lush grasses to tread

Upon a rotten log of demise
A cowardly raven lurks blinking
Every move of mine watched
Eyes piercing my silent trek

Even as he hops and flutters
No sound he makes
No whisper ground
And I tap

I tap

Each tap, a crack in the silence
Each tap, a stutter of light
Each tap, breaking a jarring silence
Each tap, a lightning strike

I tap

Such a simple sound
As I walk and wander aground
Almost as a thunder may applaud
I find clouds looming and growing broad

Raven blinks uncontrolled anger and fear
The silence so sound, entirely broken
He scrambles and takes flight with a caw
And my clothing flaps with a new found breeze

Eyes shine and lids cower no more
The stones snap, creak, and grown
Twigs pull from earth and …

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