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Poem: Tempered

A tempered giant bellows.

Sleeping blades of grass,
rouse from slumber
by this irritable mess.
For days he’s been like this,
pulling loosened leaves
from already weakening trees,
throwing boughs
across a set of fields.

Herds of cows, quake
against a shaking ditch,
birds, hide out in branches
bared by his fierce breath.
Even clouds rush by
in his greying, agitated sky.
A witness to his fury,
I watch from pane of glass,
waiting, like a mother
for this tantrum child to pass.

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