View from my window.

The Arabian Sea

Rages

White foam

Frothing at the mouth.

The horizon crumples

Merges

Blurred greys

Gathering storm clouds.

A solitary boat

Crosses

Hushed whites

In slow refrain.

The bird’s heavy wet wings

Splashes

Slate tears

Beating at the rain.

I watch, quiet and still

Striking

Asphalt days

Off my painted shroud.

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