Green Storm
It rained emeralds
on the day
the stems
were disconnected
from the tulips.
Grass green,
bright stones
from the sky.
People everywhere
were ducking
into store fronts
and finding
comfort and cover
under large
trees. On the news
that night, the lovely
anchorwoman, the one
with the long blonde
hair and bursting vidid
green eyes, went blind.
Right there, in the middle
of the day's top story:
Her hands clasped the desk
and her eyes glazed over.
Just then, outside the television
studio, the rain had started
to let up, slowing to a trickle;
leafy drop after leafy drop.
Municipal clean-up crews
worked over-time
worked over-time
and people started to attempt
to put their lives back to normal.
-Jeffrey Bumiller
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