Stormy Weather

A gray shawl hugging my body:

Click.

The tight-knitted crowd of interlocked

hands and legs and feet and heads and

sweet promises of nothing and

dear darlings and

discarded flowers under a child’s shoe,

Click and then:

reclined on patchworked blankets, feeding,

nibbling and giggling

swallowing

Click as one

umbrella opens when one woman

saw the approaching gray

of the storm unforecasted.

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This is the 100 Songs Project, a 100-day writing challenge based on AFI’s 100 Years…100 Songs. Every day, I write a short poem, prose piece, or play based on, reacting to, rejecting, accepting, or doing something related to one of the songs in the top 100 list.

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