An unforecasted storm
Posted by Vikas Acharya on November 17, 2016
The Paths of the Spirit
There is an ice cream carriage dusting away
by the roadside, and a homeless tailor
knitting in the flashing light
of a neon advertisement.
There are white dots of wispy clouds
Shadow-tracing the blackened road ahead
And the yapping murmur of a city
baring no camouflage from
the approaching wildness of
An unforecasted storm.
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