Weathering our ordinary lives

The arms of wind curl along highways, coasts
and city. Between tall buildings, below
gray sky, those cold wet arms reach inside
our urban lives, shut down ordinary days,
airplane, train commute, work, school. We pack
non-perishable food, batteries, family,
drive, walk beyond winds, debris shifting,
water pooling, a battle where traces of winter masquerade
as tropical rage, where darkness unfolds
in our homes, in our fields, in our otherwise ordinary lives.

First drafts are often as vulnerable, as unpredictable as this autumn weather. Please be safe.

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