Desolate and ramshackle
At night
How fear rises in
The spine
As the ramshackle windows
Rattle
Proportionate direct
To every gust of wind
They rattle.
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Hello poet Emmanuel. I enjoyed this rather thought provoking piece. Please visit my work when you can and thanks! Loyd C Taylor, sr