Today there is a hurricane in an odd part of a state
that rarely sees hurricanes,
and I have no man beside me,
to weather the wind with. I am listening
to halves of trees fall on the roof, and
I am a grown woman unafraid.
I will stay rooted firmer than the trees;
let God take the roof, join the parade of men
who want to shred the world.
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