Storm

　　　　　by Kathryn Winograd

　　As if the earth

　　Stopped,

　　The air hushes.

　　You feel the heat

　　Rising

　　Out of fields,

　　Out of asphalt.

　　And then a

　　Single leaf

　　Turns

　　Its silver back.

　　Air claps air

　　And all the grasses

　　Lie down.

　　Do not stand

　　Beneath this tree.

　　If you must be brave,

　　Then for one second

　　Only

　　Lift your face

　　To the darkest of

　　Blues

　　And feel the Sea,

　　The cool

　　Faraway Sea,

　　Surging

　　Wind-whirled

　　Through the

　　Trees.