Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Hurricane (Dream Fragment)

by Kat Comer

The wind off the sea is violent.
It sucks the waves after it.

Like windmills whipped to a frenzy
the palm trees' battered fronds
churn the sea drenched air.

Madness compels them
to the slate colored sea.
Pressing windward they march
to their death like lemmings.