Glistening eyes
Staring
From behind.
The clock ticks.
The dog howls
In the moonlit night.
Running through the street,
I search for you.
Close your eyes
And count to ten.
Listen to the beetles
Fluttering and buzzing
Around the porch.
Nothing ends
Like a funeral.
A simple type
Of dark words
Closing in on my face.
Have some pancakes.
Walk the dog.
Wash the dishes.
Nearby is true.
Close the door.
Quiz tomorrow.
Relax yourself.
Climb the mountain.
She is here.
Close call is scary.
Funeral ending.
Fried foods are tasty.
Looey is missing. I don’t remember
When I last saw him. I know he was
Laying on the new pillow that Jackie’s
Mom made for him in the afternoon.
Sometime he went outside, and that
Was more than 24 hours ago. I hope
Nothing bad happened to him. Jackie
Said someone told her that there are
Dogs in our neighborhood that kill
Cats. I went around two blocks near
Our house and spoke to people who
Were outside. I knocked on several
Doors and rang several doorbells, but
Most people didn’t answer.
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Stranded in shelter,
Thirsty and hungry.
No electricity.
Nobody around.
Can you imagine
The devastation?
Can you see
The predicament I’m in?
I don’t know
How I’ll make it.
I don’t know
Where to go.
Don’t know the outcome
Until it’s too late to run.
Trapped in a trailer,
No, flooding isn’t fun.
How many days
Will we go without power?
How many times
Did they say get out now, or else?
Storm surge is wicked.
Never seen such a thing.
It filled up my house,
And might just drowned me!
They said we should leave,
But we’re taking a chance.
Maybe God will intervene
To save a smarty pants.
Coast into the sunset.
The sea gulls cry out one last time,
Swooping down to scavenge.
Down the beach, a campfire blazes.
The water rolls up on the shore.
Fishermen bring in their nets,
After a day’s work is done.
A young boy in a straw hat
Reels in his fishing pole,
Closes his tackle box,
Picks up his bucket of fish,
And heads home in the dimming light.
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