Sunday, February 5, 2017


Tempestuous night
rain hammers a thirsty land
mountains become prone.

She didn't expect
runaway nightmares, sleeping
on the horse-sleigh bed.

Staccato of rain
cats racing to the front door
to outwit the storm.

His words are windows
streaked with the grime and decay
of alternate facts.

Sing America
while the enemy within strikes
down justice and truth.

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