Ray DeSouza
Nov 11, 2023


lifts soberly through this long dark night.

the quiet within
crescendos with loss.

in this mad symphony,
a fugue of hope draws close:

a slip of wind here,
tugs tight at the door-
a sprat of rain there,
slaps gentle to the ground.

Dear Tempest, I see you, so
do come quick,
and howl away this calm
with fury
& audacity, and
what needs yet be done.

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Originally published at on November 10, 2023.