24 February 2011

John, the Porter

Born in the middle
....of a tornado
Now, thirty eight
....years later, he loves
watching thunder
....storms wreak ruin
from the safety of his
....second story balcony

Apartment complexes
....all look the same
and this is no
....exception,
the unremarkable
....Cherokee Arms
But it holds him
....and all of his trappings

Perfectly, and he has
....a place to watch
the rain blow by, where no
....one gives him any
Trouble, where he feels
....like the Eye of it all
like the stillness inside
.....the crusade

And the Winter
....by far gives the best
days, he gets the weather
....to himself, and
when the Snow sneaks
....down he feels like
the keeper of some
....Great Secret



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