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Hurricane.
A distant cloud on the horizon,
'tis a summer storm,
and nothing more.
I sit by the tv, basking in its warm glow.
it beeps,
like a roadrunner,
a streamer files by below,
'Hurricane Coming ! Evacuate !'
I ponder, should I evacuate ?
or sit idly by,
like a grasshopper in the Summer time ?
Or seek shelter ?
high ground is but an hour's drive away.
I'll wait, for a while.
'Tis only partly cloudy,
dark though the clouds be.
Its still time enough to leave.
I think...
Wind storms and howls outside,
I see my car float by the living room window,
I wonder where all of the water came from ?
We have never had a direct hit,
before.
There comes a curious rapping, tapping at my front door,
Could it be Julliete ?
Or the Sun ?
Here I am,
up on the roof of my home,
the gray waters march by.
An ocean liner is parked in my front yard.
I wonder how it got there ?
I promise, if there is a next year, for me,
to heed the warning for my neighborhood to leave,
while there is still time.
Forevermore.
[ exit ]
Spot the Edgar A. Poe reference ?
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