The first one formed
far off to the right, fizzled out
miles above ground. The next one, nearer,
reached further down. Soon all around
from yellow sky they fell, like twisting trees,
like legs of stomping elephants.
They strike ground BOOM! and shake the road.
I put my seatbelt on.
Available! High-Voltage Lines, Knocking from Inside
Friday, March 07, 2014
I dream about driving through a swarm of tornadoes
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