October, 1998

Desert Storm ©
by Blair Morrison

            As darkness creeps over Death Valley,
            A family of clouds whispers to me,
            The sand dances like the sea,
            Lightning bursts from the sky above me,
            Rain hits the ground, loud as can be.
            The ground rests. The sky is set free.

Originally published in the North Carolina Poetry Society's
"Award Winning Poems, 1998" 
Used with permission of the Poet.

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