Irma
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1 min readSep 11, 2017
five haiku
Eye of the storm sees
only itself, considers
nothing outside one
Limited scope of
intense focus, there is no
existence past now
Nothing else to do
except bear down, force outwards
and yet, innards show
The very center
of this swirling vortex, death’s
hand of destruction
Calmest point exists
where skies contract, throat opens —
Even storms inhale