Poem: Storm

“Storm”
by Bill Ward
1999

The weekend has come and gone
Like a wild tornado tearing through the house,
Leaving chaos and confusion in its wake.
Slowly and methodically order is restored.
Dishes, garbage, laundry
Scattered around the living room
Must be put in their place.
The detrius of the storm called recreation
must be cleaned up in time –
Seven p.m. Monday night, ready for inspection.
All has been cleared for action:
Chairs arranged,
Tables cleared.
Order must overcome chaos for a while
Semblances of normality take its place
Until the following Friday
When the storm – if we are lucky –
Will strike
Again.

© 1999 William R. Ward
All Rights Reserved
November 15, 1999

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