Lush and sunny after the storm,
Winn Park was empty.
Stunned me.
I felt free.
The park was mine,
But I chose not to sit.
I was afraid I’d corrupt it.
Tag: after the storm
Astounded
37 years ago
Freight train rumbled through after storm
Snow piled on roofs
In wheel wells
Me wondering if anybody made it over
The story he would tell.
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