It’s red in the west
And purple and deepest blue
That’s almost black.

The wind chimes clang
A warning I choose to delight in -
It’s storm season.

Oklahomans know
When to take cover and when to take
Pics for the news.

The air has a taste,
A zest that seasons each springtime
Memory I have.

Like mowing the lawn
And hearing the frogs in the evening,
It feels like home.

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Aubrey Green is a freelance editor, poet, and storyteller living just outside Tulsa, Oklahoma. Her work has appeared in The Talon Literary Journal and Brio magazine. She enjoys rewriting terrible movie plots and spent almost a year living in China. Coffee is her love language.

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