Storm Warnings

Three new trees
grow small by the door.
I sit outside
buckling my sandals.
Wind sweeps through
and the leaves
make rain sounds
clicketty pattering
or typewriter clacking.
Brittle despite
last night’s thunderstorm.
I’d climbed the deck stairs
umbrella in hand,
long cotton nightgown
sweet wet chasing
my swift feet.
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