http://www.epilogue.net/art/28908-the-storms-tornado
The hallway between us, tornado alley,
It feels as if there are magnets behind our eyes,
Pulling us towards a cyclone orbit,
If I could count your pennies,
They might add up and cancel out the bass drum heartbeat that leaves me breathless,
But for now, I brush lips against wind,
Breathe in the breeze, trusting that the storm will pass.
Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers 