
The sky yellow with
Whipping wind, dust stinging my face.
We called this tornado weather
Back home.
When I was young,
Sat an evening
On the steps of the house
called home.
The sky like this.
The ruby lipped neighbor,
Our local harlot,
Drew deeply on her cigarette, looked up and
Declared tornado weather.
Sagely, mother nodded as father
Cupped his hands to light his own smoke.
Before dawn, tornadoes came
Ripping roofs north of us.
Nights like this,
They’re familiar, frightening.
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Letter From Claverack 07 08 2017 Tornado Weather
The sky yellow with
Whipping wind, dust stinging my face.
We called this tornado weather
Back home.
When I was young,
Sat an evening
On the steps of the house
called home.
The sky like this.
The ruby lipped neighbor,
Our local harlot,
Drew deeply on her cigarette, looked up and
Declared tornado weather.
Sagely, mother nodded as father
Cupped his hands to light his own smoke.
Before dawn, tornadoes came
Ripping roofs north of us.
Nights like this,
They’re familiar, frightening.
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Tags: General, Home, life, Mat Tombers, Mathew Tombers, Matthew Tombers, Media, poem, Tornado
This entry was posted on July 9, 2017 at 12:54 am and is filed under Claverack, Columbia County, Entertainment, Greene County New York, Hudson New York, Hygge, Mat Tombers, Mathew Tombers, Matthew Tombers, Media, Social Commentary, Tornado, Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.