There are no seasons where I live
No snow or turning leaves
Months of silver depressing clouds
Blizzards.
There are no earthquakes where I live
No gaping holes that
Swallow cars
Collapsing highways.
There are no hurricanes where I live
No rising tides
Bursting levees
Floods forcing us upstairs.
There are no tornadoes where I live
No spinning skies of death
Leveling homes
Snatching farm animals.
But here, where heat was born,
We swim in tiny blue oceans
Stay indoors
Love each other.
© Poem Fix http://www.poemfix.com 2012
Image: Fallschirmjager
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