almost
it's not even tornado season
yet the winds tumble
across the prairie gathering
speed until trees bend
& limbs snap & oh shit
your car needs a new
windshield & there goes
the patio furniture skittering
against the fence bowing
into the yard next door
& you pray the roof nails
will hold just a bit longer
& by some miracle they do
before the winds cease
& the sky turns so damn
pink & orange & yellow you
catch your breath & shrug