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Apr 2014
Impending fury
clings
to closed eyelids
palpable loss
a sable brush
dunked in dread
blackens every inch
of familiar landscape
what if’s
eat through
the static blue horizon
making a meal
of unborn dreams
slaked only by
hastily grabbed
history
ragged spirits
haul hope
on well- worn tar
safe haven
still pages away
Sept  2005...this would be Hurricane Rita. Lived in the Houston area  and this was on the heels of  the hurricane  Katrina that took out New Orleans  .Our first  evacuation  after having lived  there  for  3 years .Trying to get the house ready   for heavy storm winds, maybe flooding and picking out  what was essential to take  in case our home was destroyed  became   a daunting task.Scary, but  our  area was not hit.
AprilDawn
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AprilDawn  F/Kentucky USA
(F/Kentucky USA)   
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   nivek
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