Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Storm Prisoner

the rain pounds the roof
demands entrance
dashes to the gutter and overflows it
attacks the ground below 

an army of leaves sticks rocks
advances in a wall of mud
defeats the porch step
presses against the door


  1. Sandbags lay like lazy dogs at the curb
    The skylight threatens collapse (what light?)
    My neighbors car drifts by with the family waving frantically from inside
    'Merry Christmas', I yell back

  2. @Iris! I love your post!!! If we wash away towards each other, we could end up being neighbors in Anaheim!