The Theme was write a love poem
Weather Patterns
When I think of love,
two thoughts pop simultaneous
into brain, unbidden.
You…
and hurricanes.
You swept through
ordered life like category 5.
Dearest, Katrina had nothing on you.
I swear ignorance
if I am guilty of
similar offenses.
Not that your Hindu cow calmness
would disclose such affects.
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