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We Are All Just Front Store Window Mannequins
by Jared OrlandoThe evening breaks way into night
As it begins, the winds whistle
And seconds of solitude give way
To the rustling bustle of trees
Scraping against wooden shutters
All just an eerie fix to a quiet town
As screen doors open and slam
Charcoal bleeds into the sky
While rumble pierces through air
And then the rain comes
Snaking from cloud to cloud as
A boy hides behind the brick
Nowhere to truly escape
He huddles down into corner
Breathing deeply amongst the humidity
Without a name, without a chance
The pour is creeping and planning
To sweep the child from his place
Disorientate and invoke fear
An electricity bolt, a shiver
A deafening roar, a shutter
All you can do now is wait, because
You cannot hide from your fears
For no matter where you are
Your worry finds you
05/22/2009 Posted on 05/22/2009
Copyright © 2024 Jared Orlando
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/23/09 at 07:40 PM I love the title, and how the text reflects it in an abstact kind of way. I found this line especially well written for its verbal and visual impact: Charcoal bleeds into the sky. Great work Jared! |
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