Ian (2022)

I

This is heavy,
but I want sunflowers,
and candied laughter.

This is heavy,
but I want dripping shells inside of buckets,
sticks,
slim and rough,
salty days,
and bliss.

I wanted hope.

II

I felt it rising,
pushed the door forcefully
against the gale.

I regretted that I had stayed.

Boats, a maroon car, asymmetric plastic, broken shelves, particles of a red shirt,
all howling,
outside of my window.
-Cracked.

I let the door burst,
I ran upstairs,
while a slightly poetic wave of water,
immersed the pastel walls,
but this wasn’t watercolors,
It was Ian.

I regretted that I had stayed.

Washed away were the trees,
long wood planks, sharp,
as fright,
as gasping,
as Ian.

III

I saw a man
hold another man,
who was drifting.

I saw a woman,
saved from the flood,
by a man
in a red raincoat.

This was heavy,
but I had hope,
sunflowers,
candied laughter,
salty days.

Storm debris litters a street in the wake of Hurricane Ian September 28, 2022 in Sarasota, Florida. Ian made landfall this afternoon, packing 150-mile-per-hour winds and a 12-foot storm surge and knocking out power to nearly 1.5 million customers, according to published reports. (Photo by Sean Rayford/Getty Images)

(local 10 news)

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Great poem depicting a very sad natural event happening over there !

Thank you so much for reading it! The southwest area got hit pretty hard.

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