(for Amanda, nearing our 10th Anniversary )
you are
a flock of butterflies,
floating lovely
against
the tornado
as I am swept off
in currents
knowing
this is
enough
you are
a flock of butterflies,
floating lovely
against
the tornado
as I am swept off
in currents
knowing
this is
enough
waiting out the storms, counting between lightening strikes
the first summer rain purges the city of pollen
while tornados erase sections of southern Indiana
listening to weather reports on the shortwave watching the wind kiss the trees, quick like, and on the way to work