1/2/08_Poem by Betina Hershey RussoI though we were past the longest night.
Why do I still see shining tears
Flying down from our chimney
Like Christmas lights lighting up the void?
At least the tornado didn't lift our home away
And leave us staring up
At Nothing.
Or would that be better?
Two lost souls in the wilderness
Clinging to each other out of fear...
Rather than two angry citizens
Cutting their meat rather hard
And jabbing at the garbage
Collecting by their slippered feet.
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