Terry Jude Miller

from my office window
I watch steel clouds
slowly overtake Williams Tower

an argument of grackles
bursts from beneath the hedge grove
by the parking garage
and reassembles in feeble protest
upon the freshly mown lawn

the sky clears its baritone throat

powder puff flashes behind
the darkening gray
soothsay the coming spectacle

a lightning bolt slices
across the phallic tower—
an “X” of nature
and man-made ornament

then a cannon clap
of thunder that sends
objecting grackles west
to chase sunlight and silence

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