Typhoon. {Poem}


Tammy T. Stone

Tammy T. Stone



Howling, stormy heart,

The gods speak through everything

Days like this.

Plants you tended with all the care

You have, you thought they were

Touch and go, but now watch them

Flying over, bounding back

Resounding and persistent.

It has been caring for me.

It is meant for things like this.

It pulsates where I am the

One who falls, looking

For the sun.