This is just a lil' something I had lying around that I decided to read at the Random Tea Room, Broadset reading. Just putting it out there...
Shingles shaken from roofs are whipped into the street.
an aching store front groans in violent winds.
Beyond the window pane, penny candy.
I used to buy a dollars worth at a time,
at a time when a dollar stretched a lot further.
No neon light buzzed to indicate, OPEN.
On a day like this,
a heavy branch hurled through the window
wouldn't raise much suspicion.
