“Look over there! Across the lake! ”
White cap dust clouds
And bellowing wind
as bullets,
Graze skin and
sand castle lawns.
Out of the water
People are running,
Dripping wet suits
And hail stricken cars.
Me on the beach,
Her side by side
Distraught disbelief
At wind funnel formation.
A mile away
It's wave riding
movement
feverishly flying
As a chariot of Poseidon
All energy and air
water and wind
Sucked as a vacuum
in northward direction.
Loud bursts of lightning,
And deafening gusts,
sound as an air engine
Upon stall fire crashing.
I rub my eyes
Making sure that I’m here.
A tornado finds home
in Central New York.
'It's Global warm weather'
my hippie love's saying
Strange days and fiction
with
Nodding agreement.
Then
As soon as it came
Disapearing
as quickly
sun breaks through clouds
and relief laden breathing.
If Dorothy were here
the witch would be dead
followed by munchkins
and beautiful scenery.
One things for certain
it's never occurred,
that I've seen a tornado
in Central New York.
Strange days indeed
and wondering
bemusement
funnel wind cycles
are for Kansas
no more.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
David DeSantis
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