Something
is coming,
you can feel it
in the air,
whispered
in the trees
a tingling,
at the back
of your neck,
for above,
the sky is
black,
coal black,
slate black,
jet black,
the clouds deepening
the premature
darkness,
thickening,
with large clouds
pressing
the light
to dusk
to darkness
overhead,
even the cicadas
have stopped singing
the gaps
of silence
muffled,
somehow
for the wind is still
the roar
in the valleys below
subdued,
silent,
something is coming
something is there
and still
as I watch
listen,
everything
is waiting,
for there are no people,
to shutter
the windows
to slam the front doors
only dogs in front yards
barking,
in the ruins,
crouching,
whimpering,
something is
coming,
and I’m not looking back
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