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His poetry speaks for itself!,,,,like paint on a canvas!

Dennis Cardiff

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storm

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Calm
followed by mist and rain
precedes the storm.

Sounds
of ball bearings bouncing
off the rusted tin roof
one by one
then
by shovelfuls.

Horses whinny
and kick their stalls.
Rolling thunder
slowly sweeps
the largest pasture
beating a rhythm
on her drum.

Whispers of wind
find cracks
between the boards,
whistle
their mournful
tune.

Lightning
flashes brilliantly
in midnight
eyes.

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