Hurricane Memories
HURRICANE MEMORIES
That blasted storm
had come up the coast
all the way to New Jersey;
nothing could stop it.
The pigeons were diving
coasting sideways
one wingtip to the sky
the other to the ground.
It was a playground to them
something to play with
as I watched in amazement
my fears calmed.
If they were so at ease
who was I to worry
safe behind my storm windows
watching their carefree ways?
SKB, relieved Fay never developed, it was a washout here.
Copyright © Sheila Kathryn Barrera | Year Posted 2008
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