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Luminous Storms
Wendy Morton
I have lived in the house on the Strait for thirty years,
watched the west wind drive in winter.
I have eaten the luminous storms, the terrible rain.
That wind has driven the husbands I have forgotten
from the house; they couldn't hear its language.
How could they know what I hear:
the scavenging gulls,
their mad circling;
and the wren's small song
hidden in November woods.
I am already in flight
at the end of love -
and at its beginning.
