Africa sires these <br />perfect spirals-hurricanes, <br />next to nothing pains. <br /> <br />Wind glances, dances, <br />finds ways where else perchances; <br />feels like going home. <br /> <br />Brisk. Eyes to slits now; <br />leaning for next step takes all; <br />this bobbing likes me. <br /> <br />Can not stand up now. <br />Everyone huddles in halls <br />praying just to live. <br /> <br />High Sun do-si-dos <br />flips the waves and no one knows <br />this lull's foolish hope. <br /> <br />Water and our wills <br />merge and melt; all else, who cares? <br />Hurricanes beware. <br /> <br />Get out while you can. <br />By tomorrow you'll be stuck <br />yelling at 'The Man'. <br /> <br />Seven hundred miles <br />wide open, Katrina cared <br />none; for those she came. <br /> <br />Before 'The Storm' came <br />terror was known in Iraq. <br />Now, it's just out back. <br /> <br />Tears mingle sweat, slime; <br />rush to put back all Ivan <br />took out in no time. <br /> <br />Electricity- <br />lifeblood for everything, made <br />dead. Darkness to wade. <br /> <br />Katrina, Ivan- <br />human names for hurricanes; <br />time to start again.<br /><br />edward serof<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-hurricanes-and-twelve-haiku/
