Hurricane Poem by MARINA GIPPS

Hurricane



No candle burning. I listen to the wind
howl past me with the cool gust of chance.
My lover, always gone into the leaves
this broken television holds in its blue shafts.
I stroke a long ago weatherman’s face,
animated with our destruction.

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MARINA GIPPS

MARINA GIPPS

Chicago, Illinois
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