Something is rumbling
From heaven or earth is uncertain
It could be a truck rolling by
There are enough of them about
And they seem adjusted to be louder than they need to be
It could be the ground settling
Or unsettling
That happens often enough
On the wind-swept plains
But a flash of light tells me
It is none of those
And more rumbling follows
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