Broken Tryst

 

Empty streets, bare sidewalks

Dressed windows, no shoppers.

Distant thunder of on coming storm.

Not unanticipated yet it intrudes.

Within its wake havoc it creates

A rage that’s unexpected, such force

Not foreseen but nonetheless comes.

Shattered glass, in tiny pieces it crumbles.

Roofs torn, strewn about like straw,

Where from this sudden burst that

Came is not known, and with all

Its force the damage is devastating.

Then a peace sets in and in that ruination

Beauty is still present, in disarray yet there.

We gather the pieces, repair the devastation

Redress the windows, walk the sidewalks

Window shop for new items, life eternal.