After the Storm

The rain has ended. Now, I watch the shadows
Of the clouds move rather briskly across
Still-damp fields. The air's insanely fresh
And clear, and, other than the voices of the birds,
There isn't any sound. The farmers' tractors
Cannot plow. The cars and trucks which pass
By on the distant highway can't be heard.
The world's at peace. I am, almost. I think
You'd like it here.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-05-27 at 19:08

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