Linda’s packing her car to drive west & north, Debbie’s not
willing to fly to Baltimore, I can’t wait to ride out the storm.
Fourteen & working as an au pair on Cape Cod when Donna hit
I ran outside, arms wide, flew down the street ahead of the storm
& that’s it, no more hurricanes that I remember. Georgia was hot,
Argentina windy, Caly burned, Hawaii was good for tropical storms.
Think of all the ways I could buy the farm — actually, don’t —
simply realize I’m too old, I’ve had my best fun. If a big storm
wants to take me off, I’ll be eyes wide, hugging a fresh bottle
of icy gin, sucking ripe watermelon — Come & get me, storm.
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