Like a dead leaf
Lifted from the
scorched summer earth
Now wet and almost
green
Like a dead leaf
Carried by a
thundercloud
And brought to water
by wind:
I am here in the eye
of the storm
Dizzy, motionless,
Suspended in the
humid air
Waiting.
Trees tremble.
I breathe slowly.
I have known
tempests, squalls, and gentle rain.
You are my first
hurricane.
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