EarthquakeHe watched his wine jump in his gobletUnread books opened themselves invitingly on the floorAnother crack appeared above his doorframeSouthern California, he sighedAnd poured himself another glass.Rick Stepp-Bolling
The Big OneAll in one momentThe world ends Unbelievingthe shaking stopsand you surviveanother precursorto The big one
“My Loma Prieta”My memory of the earthquake is not my ownBut one shared so often I’m sure I was there.I got off the bus and walked, for some reason, right down the middle of the streetJust in time and in the right place to watch the world ripple then roll in perfect symmetry.Every house had a chimney and every chimney fell, so I looked above them to the skyBecause that is where I believed the end of the world startedAnd thisWas surelyThe end.Or not there exactly but wishing I could have been, should have beenThere to reassure this woman I wouldn’t meet for another seven years,That it all seemed okay from a thousand miles awayWatching baseball and wondering if she knew about tornadoes.
Nice! Someone's earthquake is another person's tornado or hurricane.
dog barks firstI look out the windowsee the shades shake
It lasts for less than a minute. YetThe snow globe of adrenaline is suspended in latent anticipation. Each fake flake is a story that educates ~~~~~Move the hell away ..