The Unnatural Resting Place of a Late Summer Storm

Streets flooded – rain soaked tarmac,
a field of leaves
swept into battle by the wind.

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This is an attempt at Imagist poetry form. I suspect that I have not succeeded;  Ezra Pound would probably growl.
Published December 2012 with 4&20 Publications

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