Poems

Storm

We were under
the biggest storm
in the world
so I asked the question:

Why?

 

Just because.

Came the answer.
And the storm
the size of Australia
continued, unabated.

 

Floral

Noisy shirt, wind,
girl – no shrinking
violet – no modest furl
nor quiet, though that’s how
I’d remembered her.

This girl who leaned to
song and mass
disturbance now faces up
the northerlies,
like squalls her temper
flares – I’ve had her wrong
for all these years.

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