Other Stories, Other Windows............

Florida, November 21st
~ For Dena



Somewhere in the gulf, a woman;
her name written in red
on nautical maps, (danger in the air)
swirled clouds and tidal runs
the water seething with her fury.

The weather man said she was coming
and we battened down the hatches,
tucked in the skirts around our knees
and marveled at the beauty
as she sliced that turquoise turned slate
of ocean, singing rain and thunder

lace fingers stroked the ancient lover land
and then the men on TV said:
tonight
she comes
tonight she rages
tonight she will thrown her tantrum
and beat down the tall palms…

And she did come,

Eventually

in her own time
her fingers slicing the waves delicately
and rose, Adonis forgotten,
in her froth dress
and strode the thousand steps
to high tide, and whispered
seduction to his ear:
maybe, Mr. weatherman
maybe,
next year.