Weathers

A storm : Outside
Dust trampled all day-
Rises
Dust: thrown and shifted
Aside
Below
Underneath-

Shoes
Heels
Peels
And pebbles
Now rises

Furiously
With vengeance accuracy
Dust: now covers
Tree-tops

Antennas
Atop the tallest skyscrapers

The crows
Now teary-eyed
look down dazed

Dust: now punctures through eyes
All eyes-seeing and unseeing

Dust: bleeds dust

Dust: clings
Onto well-gelled hair
Onto confident beautiful faces
Everyone who walks under the sun
Must now walk
Under a sun, screened with dust
The dust: now rises
And there’s a storm outside


And her window
Is smothered with dust
Pale. Cold. Burning brown
And grey…
With a slight thread of red somewhere


Her window shakes
And throbs and sings
And shivers and shudders


There’s a storm outside

He comes in soaked
Orders tea
She refuses


The dust now rises
There’s a storm outside

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