Thursday, August 21, 2008

Thomas James Martin: EYE OF THE STORM

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I was ten when Hurricane Hazel passed over our farm in the Piedmont. I really wanted to see that eye. When the wind stopped howling, I rushed out the back door. In the stillness my eyes were drawn upward.

so quiet
the weeping willow
straightens
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by Thomas James Martin
Beaverton, Oregon

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