28 March, 2012

Luftwaffe

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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