Après Deluge

We took turns being on top. The imaginary music that began is usually heard following head injury or a stroke. Then the crows showed up, sometimes alone, more often in pairs and small groups. Viewed from inside, the day outside was both chaotic and deliberate, and apparently full  of old graveyards. No one had told us that might happen. At least one pundit regarded it as an omen. The rest assumed it was just a blip. But, very soon, antediluvian gods faded into rain, the flickering surface of uproarious dreams.

 

 

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Universal Themes
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prose poems