A day at the…

Dark night
yellow squares flicker
through bare trees,
the sound of a tornado
on cold steel,
the scream from nowhere,
a flashing red bumblebee light moves across the sky,

Sunday matinee—
buttered popcorn &
an empty box of Milk Duds

Susan Beth Furst

A day at the…

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