Ode to Flo (A Sonnet)

In the hurricane hype of the day
where too much bad information
causes its own type of destruction
and fears fizzle as fast as you can say

"Category Three," your attention's been tuned
to the set all week long,
cancellations abound,
and your plans for the weekend are burned.

You sit there waiting for rain,
and wonder when life will be normal again.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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