re-issue(2)

(2) ike-ish

once every hour you could hear the trees snapping like firewood cracking in the stove. like sticks bending til two pieces remain. like abrupt banging popping firecrackers
What's that sound!?
The breeze picks up, My blinds breathe in and out of my windows, inhale, exhale. The rodent creature in the cage hurriedly hides in her only courner, dark, underneath her 2nd level. It isn't storming anymore, just windy. Still the air bellows, squeezing through seals of doors, swoosh, squish, bloooooow. Kelly green debris, leaves branches twigs flow down the sidewalk as a jagged stream spinning whirling every which way until the tropical weather effects finally decide to settle.









//14 September, 2008 Sunday AM