BlackoutA Poem by Bill MacEachernStorm power outage
Blackout
I sit in a blackout What can I do Wind is a howling The rain's angry too Windowsills rattle High up on my floor I live on the seventh And hear every roar I'm starting to find A still quietness Mixed with a thunder Of solitudeness I sit in a blackout What will I do I'll sit here and bask In my gratitude Bill MacEachern December 18, 2023 © 2023 Bill MacEachern |
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