Pearcemelville 兎敏

Pilbara Cyclone

 

Pilbara cyclone

Wind growls Rain
Clouds frown Trees bending
The Eye looks up looks down 
A silent Reprieve

A Roof peels open
An Iron lightpole twists 
Curling Down to kiss the ground

Walls lean buffeted by buffeting wind
Corrugated sheets of Iron tumble as they fly
sideways  Even higher to almost meet the Sky

Cyclone meandering stalking
Eyespying finding prey 
devouring fruits

It makes a path along the Coast
Not venturing inland where 

it should weaken 
Deflating
pressure rising
Conversely soothing
then dying
breathless
beating no more 
Heart less 
Reduced to silent rain
Canvassing spinifex
Blanketing horizons
Nothing
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