Dec 16, 2021
2 min read
poetry | promptly written
Fierce Whirlwind
Power outage from a wind storm
twenty hours you raged
loud and boisterous
making sleep
thoughts
deeds impossible
in the darkness created
by snapped lines
poles ripped asunder
a whirlwind
warm air circulating
on a December day
and we, one of three
in a row of users
are always the last
to be restored
