Surviving the Moment

Until the wind passes by,
We’ve been through these
torturous times before.

Board up the windows facing the sky
We’ll sit in the basement
Until the storm passes by.

Look for the dog, with his Cerberus howl.
There goes the car.
Later, maybe, when the storm goes by

The street’s no longer, the roof ripped off.
Somebody’s calling now
that the storm’s gone by

Maybe the boat leaks, they won't take the dog.
Why leave now
When the storm’s gone by?

L. Fullington

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