Pre Storm


Beyond this horizon a distant strum: we are confident of a storm. Feel the heat caught in cotton print, as the washing is gathered in.
Birds are perched, noisy in a ruffled hedge.
Brief relief: cool zephyr smoothing over stifled skin.
One t-shirt left on the line, just to watch it dance.
Car windows wound up, garden furniture herded to sheltered spots, blankets bundled indoors.
Watch, and wait.



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