Green skies signal
Sirens that
Break city din and
Bring on the wind.
Clouds form a wall
Black
From land to space
Triggering
Artificial night
And too-bright sunlight
Juxtaposed like
Opposing pieces
On a chessboard
Poised to kill.
The wind is
A thousand voices
Weeping and angry
And an army of fists
Battering windows
Breaking glass.
A second siren is
A false alarm
The eye in the sky.
It’s tornado season
Again.
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1 comment:
I've never been in a tornado. sounds pretty scary.
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