Tropical Depression
What does cold air do
When it meets warm?
It takes another path like the matriarch from the old guard
Did to me by her
Freezing blasts of icy wind
She despises me and I am I again
She sees through the warm fuzzy vapors
Right into the yellow
Belly
Of a vain weak pilot fish
Riding the belly of a shark
hers is to be powerful, independent take charge
But I am no feminist.
Three year old Genevieve is my
Best friend as Mother Nature declares
War on this state
I will form an alliance with her
To be granted mercy
A third storm Ivan rumbles by
Brevard was massacred by the second,
houses and boats blasted open corpses
Body parts of tar paper, plaster
Aluminum anarchy gathering flies
Florida is quickly turning into
A desolated swamp of sadness pock marked
By sinkholes that suck the material world
Into an earthen vacuum; an unmarked grave
To hide what's left of civilization; an unfeeling biohazard
The green house gasses warm the waters of the Atlantic
But even so we are also scheduled to have an unusually frigid winter
Because we are cold on the inside I suppose
For when there is no love or imagination left in the world,
The very earth can feel it.
sandra monday
