March
A thirty-five mile an hour wind with no relief
Our days upended...the blow enormous and
indiscreet, shakes loft and limb to rafts of leaves
The onerous gale leaves an ominous dark
with no respite. We nail the shutters
as the weatherman suggests. Neighbors follow suit.
Danger captivates us. Stay indoors.
In the distance, a throbbing, muffled noise
a cyclone, whirling round its eye
seeking a random victim.
