The Air is Charged (Haibun)

The air is charged with anticipation; heavens
storming and earth cowers in fear. Ready
ready ready; lifeboats are standing by.
See the signs, blowing in, and minute
by minute by minute by minute tracking trans-

forms courage into
cowardice. Stand strong. Purple,
pink sunset dawning.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018

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