After the Storm
I go down to the dock
to hear the restful lapping
of waves so recently slapping.
Raging wind has raced into the future
and storm is a remembering.
Hear the insect voices humming.
See the crabs and minnows dart
beneath the willows drooping shelter.
Clouds have past
and left a dome of glass.
Sun does its glittering dance
across the peaceful water
into my eyes it's sparkling.
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