Storm...closing trees...bending,
Breaking off ten feet from
The ground...
She waits.
Wind...breaking, lights out,
A while...creaking, denying
Hope? Not so.
Red soil...
Bound.
She curls in the angle the
Big dumpster makes...
If it moves...she will.
Not until
Then.
In the morning after, she
Moves...could have
Been worse...
Her dumpster has only
Moved
The next street
Over....
And, she thanks God...
It could have been
Her.
Hi Elysabeth! Nice poem and reminder Hurricanes cause loss of property and lives. Here in Texas we have tornadoes to contend with. Thanks for sharing! Friend thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You reveal much more about your homeless woman than the dumpster and the black blusterous night. A powerful piece about poverty and acceptance. Love Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥