The storm
comes for the throat,
a sidewinder in darkness.
Wind works its mutinies
in storm-snarled trees. Water
hammers houses from their roots,
a bus shoots under a bridge.
A man in a tattered T-shirt
floats downriver like a page
torn from a book.
~ ~ Ruth Bavetta
In Zone International
Journal of Poems and Prose, April 2010.
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