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Darkness does not creep today.
It sweeps over the quiet neighborhood
in heavy clouds spurred by determined winds.

Branches rattle, wires dance,
and darkness hurdles on.

Rising through it all–a storm.

Day 8 of 30 Poems in 30 Days
In honor of the first true spring storm, I present this little thing.

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