Heavy, with the frame
of a big man through a crowd,
the storm front rolled in
like horses running wild.
Winds viciously slapped trees,
lifting objects weak with weight
into the turbulence of
clotheslines dancing electric
and windows rattling
like angry snakes or unburied bones.
Doors yielded to great pushes
by forceful bold gusts and
rusty hinges harmonized with
yesterdays newspapers
passing without apology.
Roger Singer 