Storm

Fumbling from the dark, Larkin-like,
I squint at the flickering
framed by the fidgeting curtains:
An omen? A lone wolf silhouetted
against a blood moon.

The wild west wind creaks me
like an unsecured door
And I let go.
It bursts me open
and I am unhinged.

Further on, the howling bluster
scrapes together the brave clouds
from beyond the heart of horizons,
Rolls them, curls them, like my cruel lip,
Into a feral growl.

I cling to my bed frame,
but it wants to come too.
All the way over the clever surge,
the squall lightning, the up-draft,
the thunderous funnel-cloud twisting.

And, it dumps me,
my heels clicking desperately,
all the way down,
far beyond
the end of the rainbow.

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