swirling vortex of turmoil
approaches
blowing gales of wind and water
lashing shorelines
waves wash over barriers
like a giant hand clearing a table
cities brace for impact
as I watch preparation
for Jack’s funeral
a hurricane of emotions
shakes our foundations
surges through our cynical
defenses
waiting for a giant hand of
comfort and healing
to alight
featherlike
on our battered souls
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