gone in winter

The quiet of the fire
outside the rain gusted
and threw itself at us
clouds scudded bringing
storm that left
quietness
till the next one blew in

I was content to watch
the rain
to be inside where
it was warm

no excitement on this
Friday, except for
police vans and blue
lights nearby, last
night.  I heard today

in the dead of night
a body was removed
quietly
on a stretcher.

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