PS: A poem about weather

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The sky gets this yellow tinge
Before the tornado hits –
I sit on a fire escape,
Courting the eye of the storm.
Finding meaning in still air
Proves impossible;
Breaking the sky clears the air.

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Published by lleachie

I am an associate professor of human services at a regional Midwestern university. I am also a writer of fantasy and romance, hoping to get traditionally published. I have one husband and am owned by four cats.

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