CHRIS J. MELANSON
Poetry
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ArtworkFiction“Lovely Storm”
As the wind blows in from the east
It carries away from me: my unity, my peace.
The storm of a woman—
An ever feasting storm.
Constantly contesting its powers
To shape, conform.
The wind blows in cool and calm at first.
And comfortable you are in her breeze, in her beauty;
Comfortable you are in the start.
It’s a storm with the face of an angel.
You face this storm,
A man with a storm in your heart.
Ride the wind, wild breeze.
Ride her storm,
You know she’s…
You know she’s a storm when you’re striped of self,
Of truth,
Of unity,
Of hope.
-Chris J. Melanson 1999
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