Micro Burst

Micro Burst I live in Old Town Up on the tenth floor my windows face west And when I look out My eyes are blessed With a mountain view But this evening the Skies are midnight dark Two hours before sunset Winds from the north Have sent the treetops Swaying back and forth In a frenetic bugaloo Of bend don’t break As the great mother Throws her hissy fit Unknowable anger driving Her emotions down streets Alleyways and canyons No cars no people Below my rattling windows Just invisible wind bursts Blowing trash and fallen Leaves south with attitude Driven by brute strength And my thoughts drift Toward bed and pillows Hoping that tomorrow morning Will be sunny and warm...