Storm...closing trees...bending, <br />Breaking off ten feet from <br />The ground... <br />She waits. <br /> <br />Wind...breaking, lights out, <br />A while...creaking, denying <br />Hope? Not so. <br />Red soil... <br />Bound. <br /> <br />She curls in the angle the <br />Big dumpster makes... <br />If it moves...she will. <br />Not until <br />Then. <br /> <br />In the morning after, she <br />Moves...could have <br />Been worse... <br />Her dumpster has only <br />Moved <br />The next street <br />Over.... <br /> <br />And, she thanks God... <br />It could have been <br />Her.<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homeless-woman-in-the-hurricane/
