Misplaced Halcyon

The window glasses restlessly clatter against their loose panes

As the angry slam of doors ajar join in their discordant refrain

The gales of spiraling wind, they scream and howl and roar

As if, to this havoc and mess, they wish to see no more

Litters of papers rustle along as they travel, my only companions

And the choleric pantomime of inanimate objects thus go on

This plangent cacophony of noises ensuing in the empty building hall

And yet, in the midst of all the racket, somehow, I feel the most peaceful.


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