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The Monsoon

by Dawnell Harrison

The monsoon is a choir
of hooks and cold blanks.

The wind slices
through the Joshua trees

as the cactus stand sturdy
and true relishing

in their own weight.
The windows shake

as the night
puts on a light show

all its own.
The lights dissolve

and bleed
on the light blue
kitchen walls.

Copyright © 2015 by Dawnell Harrison

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