Caveat: Random Poem #57 “After the storm”

(Poem #358 on new numbering scheme)

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The storm's bland aftermath dissolved and stained
the air so that it tasted like burnt wire
or moistened stones. At last, a lingering
tomato-tinted twilight grasped the streets.

– a quatrain in blank verse (iambic pentameter).

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