Monday, September 19, 2011

Tornado

                Tornado
whirling
     hissing
           windstorm
                coming
                     sky
                          so crazy
                                green
                                     blue
                                           gray
                                                white
                                                     wind is
                                                screaming
                                           tearing
                                     leaves off
                                trees and
                           ripping up
                     the grass
                then whistling
           coming    
     high
hot 
hissing
           train whistle
                harsh sound
                     ripping
                           black cloud
                                surging
                                     picking
                                           pieces
                                                of earth
                                                     up and
                                                throwing
                                           them down
                                     then it
                                passes away
                           rain pours
                     making    
                shaking
           frightened
     trees
close tight
driving
           beating
                it lulls
                     then rushes
                           again
                                struggles
                                     to outdo
                                           and pile
                                                wreckage
                                                     higher
                                                admits                                                     defeat
                                     and ceases
                                quietly
                           the sun
                     walks out
                and shines
           upon a
ruined
scoured
     world.


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(It's supposed to go back and forth, but I couldn't get the formatting to copy quite right. Oh well.)

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