This wind stormed in from the north tonight,
Caught all us summer people by surprise,
Filled our pools with fat maple leaves,
Pitched our tattered patio chairs against the fence.
We watched bat-like clouds fly over the moon
As rainless thunder rattled the windows,
And for this one mad, random evening
The too-familiar town grew sweetly strange,
A beautiful face glimpsed, then lost in a crowd.
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