Into the Monster’s Mouth

Category Five.
A huge brute with a name
like a dainty ballerina.

Satellites show her massive
white bulk filling the Gulf—
beautiful, deadly–
howling north by northwest.
The Nation watches,
holding its breath.
Where will she point her evil-eye?
New Orleans?
Mississippi? Alabama?

Into this unstoppable Fury
my Two Sons are charging,
driven by hurricane-lust,
as moths toward a seducing flame.

Two brazen young warriors
armed with camera, laptop,
bravado and not much else–
daring to gaze into the Monster’s mouth
and laugh.



About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard.
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2 Responses to Into the Monster’s Mouth

  1. lcpknox says:

    Brave sons! Are they “hurricane chasers”?


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