Monday, September 2, 2019

Hurricane Coming






Hurricane Dorian, a Category Five , slowly rolls toward the coast of Florida.
Residents have evacuated, but still are hoping it weakens before it hits.

Here is a poem I wrote years ago.  I think it was about Hurricane David.





Hurricane Coming , Petersburg Virginia


Subtle purple maple sky
Fickle sticking air
slipping away from her
climbing steps from gym to classroom,
roach dance on the musty carpet steps,
roaches roaming the rolls of paper in the closet,
mottle pealing paint,
trickle smell of sulphur detergent.

O Death, I have loved you,
but I have not slept with you.
Were you hiding there,
In the shadows on the landing?

Navy blue sky,
tornado slithering toward her
like a shearing train.












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