They had 24 minutes to escape the twister
Hiding under a stairwell,
Or in airless closets,
Praying in bathtubs,
Clinging to children,
As walls and roofs peel away
Wind whips
Uprooting oak and cottonwood,
Tossing pick-up trucks and tractors
Fence flying like a
Metal bird
Couch in treetop
Chandelier on sidewalk
Everything inverted
Crystal vase, strangely unbroken
Surrounded by an avalanche of loss
so powerful, so random
ReplyDeleteThe article that inspired this poem was really extraordinary. Amazing how so many survived!
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