east wind

D. W. Metz


lone rumble and the rain begins
to be outdoors and drink it in
pelting leaves and cars and fields long dry
all drenched beneath the river sky

wash a thousand sins from my mind
then headed west to leave behind
her demons and the reasons why
what could, that should, but would not try

the rain is but a pattering
tap tap neglected gutter tins
want thunderous booms and skies alight
the wind of eurus pushing flight

gazing back he dreads to see
the muse behind the scattered sea
can not bear, wanting all but to scream
three words to seal a summers dream

courage not he whispers still
in hopes that she might follow
swiftly move and seize the night
the east wind brings tomorrow

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