Hurricane Ike
by Laurie Kolp
The kettle whistles
louder, higher
a tattered body
tossing, turning
her tie-dyed face
writhing, aching
grey eyes open
crying, praying
the tide surges
louder, higher
violent waves
slapping, flapping
tightened hands
shaking, breaking
frenzied anger
raging, screaming:
the wrath of Ike- unforgiving.
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