a distant clashing as of saucepan lids
enough to tell us that a storm will come
the season seems to be upon the skids
a distant clashing as of saucepan lids
nobody's waiting for the final bids
we listen to the wires throb and hum
a distant clashing as of saucepan lids
enough to tell us that a storm will come
19 August 2007
evening thunder
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