Thunder Snow at the National Gallery
The ways that the glass and space reflect
make thunder sound like a cheap effect;
like someone somewhere pounds a drum;
to cue the players: ‘Hark the storm!”
I like the way that we lose the Dome,
the home of late to so much wrong;
the world then ends at reflecting pool
frozen and circled by panicked gulls.
make thunder sound like a cheap effect;
like someone somewhere pounds a drum;
to cue the players: ‘Hark the storm!”
I like the way that we lose the Dome,
the home of late to so much wrong;
the world then ends at reflecting pool
frozen and circled by panicked gulls.
posted by Kalkaino @ 1:17 PM
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