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The storm

Jack Sorenson

Cold weather evocative as scent of the shipment
The romance of dark storm clouds sounded
In big skies over the low wide river loudly
Of long shadows and longer shafts of light
That instead scared the crew hiding below

Of smoke now smelled the ship
Fabulous film-noir stills of Central Station
Of freezing fog silvering the chilled, stilled parks
of the glamorous past stood toghter

Here drops on a reanimate are sequins
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