Tom Bell Poet Bio

Fool By the Pool

Sept. 15, 1999,
Hurricane Floyd bearing down
on Long Island
Just the day for my father and I
to head to Montauk
For a mini-vacation on
a beachside resort
Only thing between us
and an angry ocean
A pool in the beach-side court

Entire town deserted
Chickens!  Let it come!
We're ready for that,
And then some!

Fools on the beach
Sanity out of reach
Waiting for the flood to arrive
We'll see if tomorrow we're alive!

Fools on the beach
Grey skies,
Growing waves,
Is this the excitment,
Our soul craves?

Madness, the fools
in the storm,
Staring at the swelling ocean waves
Like this was the norm

Fools on the beach
Downright sad were we
when the storm passed us by
So we never got to see

That tidal surge,
Last sight for fools
Fools on the beach
Devoid of mental tools.

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