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Vortex
by Bruce W Niedt
His vacuum cleaner is the bagless kind
with the clear plastic casing so he can
see the dust and dirt as it spins up
inside, rotating like a gray tornado.
As he pushes this storm across
his carpet, a small black
spider gets caught in its
path. Feeling slightly
sadistic, he rolls his
machine right over
the creature, and he
wonders whether
it will survive
being sucked
into the
vortex.
Mean-
while,
funnel
clouds
form
outside. 06/16/2008 Posted on 06/16/2008
Copyright © 2026 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/17/08 at 01:28 AM Very cute! Nicely done. I have one of those and it is amazing what it picks up. |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 06/17/08 at 05:42 PM I like the way you link nature's own whirlwind into the ending of this poem! Very enjoyable. |
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