Tornado
It came spiraling recklessly,
and they let it carry them anywhere
it wanted to go. There were trees,
fishing nets, a tractor, a swinging chair,
people.....anything that crossed
its path.
Neighbors who lived secret lives
were exposed;
a cow was so air-sick that it puked
out a boy's toy he thought was
stolen by his father,
to sell to get gambling money;
pens rubbed themselves against books,
writing stories that no one had the courage
to write about himself or herself.....
everyone could see the reality in the eye
of the tornado. Soon,
the tornado faded and left them vulnerable,
naked, puzzled.
"Truth can be so messy,"
an old lady whispered.
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