We huddled from the Storm,
You and I,
And the Blackness of the Sky
Only Fed
The pressing Dryness
Of our throats;

And though Geography is new,
I feel in heart
That anxious chill,
That rising Storm:
That Vortex churning still
Within my Soul.

12/06/2004

Author's Note: Tornado watch for Brian

Posted on 12/07/2004
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