I thought it was a tornado
at first.
But then
I saw the details
of the cloud surrounding
this downward protuberance
- were motionless. And it itself
won't spin. It's just
a dark cloud
too well-hung
I guess,
which is a win!
For local safety,
anti-injury and
property concerns,
but somehow I can feel
let down.
The panic spike withdrawn
still turns
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Friday, May 13, 2022
tornado at last
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