4:08 — Magical Realism

He didn’t appreciate the calmness
of an orange and brown autumn so
it turned soggy blue-gray and called
up winds to whistle like long coal-black
trains all through the night.

He didn’t appreciate his wife’s
good cheer so she chartered a boat
in the next whistling black night leaving
a freezer full of gourmet casseroles
in her cheerful wake.


This is another I’d like to come back to and work out later. Again, partially
inspired by the daily prompt at NaPoWriMo.

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