Hurricane

We have known such wind, such goings-on before,
and worse. All night we listen; later, worn,
we find in daylight such outrages borne
we cannot bear to count the damage more
than riven maples rotten at the core,
electric poles unbalanced, fences torn,
a wasp's ingenious paper house forlorn,
and frail hydrangeas on the garden floor.

 

 

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Conrad Geller has been a poet since Harry Truman was president. More than a hundred of his poems have appeared in print and electronic media, and his prizes include the Bibliophilos Prize, the Charles Prize, and various awards from the Poetry Society of Virginia. A Bostonian by birth and preference, he is now living in Northern Virginia.