as we slowly wring our hands,
we watch the unlucky weather person
tasked with standing in harm's way
of the winds and rain lashing homes
we had driven past every day before
we were told to get out fast.
holding our breath, trying not
to let the smoke choke our lungs
or blur our vision as we cling to
only what we can carry in our arms
(including our beloved fur babies)
as the rescuers urge us onto the
vehicles which will carry us to life.
and the tears run down our faces
as our memories are turned to ashes
or carried out to a burial at sea.
(c) 2024 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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