I closed my doors to
thunderous applause of clouds
blackening the sky of its blue.
Freshly grown palm bent to
place where it could be cared
a broken pot, I desired to surrender.
I remembered ancient folks, warning signals
my dog calmed by his dinner bounty
in the flicker of scenery since cable was out.
The sounds of falling lose hedges,
of attic door, a store basket on shelf
patiently drew on me black of night.