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Storms
by Dermot Healy

There are storms that are promised
That never come

And some not promised
That do:

They come out of the blue
Out of the blue

Because they are true
Because they are true:

Oh they are true to their word
The storms not promised

And they wreck you
They wreck you,

They do

Summer and Rain: Tanka

Summer and rain
rain and summer
no one can escape from
this cycle of seasons
...but why should we?

Roh Mih