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One flower almost gray
but visibly not

Brushed by a breeze on
concrete wet

Emerged from a crevasse
along the corner

Forced to hold on to its
limited yellow

Open to suggestion 

More than several
shapes take hold

On a distant wall of
wind emerged tornadoes

Spun in favor of the
days rotation

Coming in from the west

At a 90 degree
declination

Turns to be determined
left or right

Angles perpendicular to
the east

The eye wall wobbling
uncertain to reason

As gray turns to black

Rises with barometric
pressure

Collapsed on the
moments fragile flight

Palm trees hang
suspended, then animate

Fall like paragraphs
pinned down by wind

News wires bent on
facts lean in to learn

There to understand it

Hurricane begins,
uproots humanity 

Removes them like tooth
decay 

Electric lines freak
out, burn on orange red desires

Dangle in the wind in
pain without a smile

Touch puddles as
children walk by

Inclement weather does
strange things

Impacts
the storm track still intact

Leaves nothing behind
or to the imagination

Including its name
which is forgotten

Roads clear and are not
there

Traffic, trees,
people... Poof!..all gone

Storm warnings move on,
hunger for warmth

Looking for a tropical
paradise to wrong

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