Natural Disasters

We met in late Spring,
a time of birth and storms.
Sat at outdoor cafes,
birds in the background;
Nature’s Muzak.
We held hands,
our wedding bands
in purse and pocket,
toying with our coffee spoons
and each other’s hearts.

A few years afterwards, late Spring,
the time of storms and deaths,
I finally saw the vortex
surrounding you, dark and swirling,
and realized you had pulled me
into the Eye of the Storm
along with other men.

Now, we live in the wake of
your terrifying dervish dance;
empty and broken homes
scattered over the countryside;
crazed birds with feathers stripped.
You left us all with
splintered two by fours
blown through our hearts.



Author: compasionatecritiques

Michael Eaton Bio Grew up in Littlefield TX and ran around with Waylon Jennings little brother. In high school lived and worked in a funeral home. First came to Austin in 1960 to attend UT. One year later enlisted in the Army. After serving came back to Austin and managed the Texas Theatre on the Drag. Was there when Whitman went on his killing spree from the Tower. Before completing school, decided to go to San Francisco State University. Moved there, and became a hippie living in a commune until graduation with a Masters in Creative Writing. Then came back to Austin and became partners in a stained glass studio, a business in which my eldest son is still involved in Houston. After two more children arrived, needed to make more money and became a new home salesman. Now retired. Recently have just completed conducting two poetry classes in assisted living centers for the elderly in Austin and Wimberley. I write poetry to stay sane in a sometimes insane world.

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