Someone was screeching,
“get the hell off the porch
and into the basement!”
It was my conscience.
She is a lazy bitch.
I wanted to stand there for hours,
swaying in the wind
as the spring storm surrounded
and held me within its warm grip,
the smell intoxicating –
of earth and rain,
like the place I nuzzle
at his neck, after,
when we have had our storm.

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