after the hurricane i sat on my porch
smoked my last cigarette that i shouldn't be having
with "the shining" in my hand
getting wet from the strong breeze and left over drops

i saw the telephone pole next to me
tilted from the storm
and i wondered...
what if it fell over?
straight into me?
ruining the house?
ending me?

it was a calm imagery
so i stood up at this thought
and looked out the railing
fresh fresh air
looked down both ends of the empty street
calm.
no one outside
nothing happening
nothing but the shingles from the roof tops, scattered on the pavement
it was nice

i threw my last drag into the calm
and headed back inside

it did not fall over.