Hurricane Sandy Serenade – Part Four (Finis)

hurricane poem

Haibun Poem

 

November 1st

Another morning at the library: He watches POV videos, while I delete email. We cringe at the fire alarm a careless patron sets off when she steps outside to answer a call.

Later, we meet Shirley. Her professional mask rises instantly over her surprise. Frankie notices the sink in her counseling room.

Another meal in fading daylight.

We escape from the deepening cold to make All Saint’s Day mass. Only we’re thwarted by a detour and late start.

We stop by the Airmont Diner. It’s crowded, but warm. Dino seats us in a booth near the back window. I eat a mediocre cannoli and sip a weak decaf. Frankie’s ice cream makes up for it.

Soon — too soon — we leave for our dark, cold home. Sometime during the night, Mira stirs me. “We’ve got power back.”

“Yay,” I mutter, falling asleep to the rhythm of my blinking alarm clock.

banging pressboards
an almost forgotten
electric hum

 

previous: Hurricane Sandy Serenade, Part Three

more by FRANK J. TASSONE

photograph by Patrick Gothe

 

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Frank J. Tassone

Frank J. Tassone lives in New York City's "back yard" with his wife and son. He fell in love with writing after he wrote his first short story at age 12 and his first poem in high school. He began writing haiku and haibun seriously in the 2000s. His haikai poetry has appeared in Failed Haiku, Cattails, Haibun Today, Contemporary Haibun Online, Contemporary Haibun, The Haiku Foundation and Haiku Society of America member anthologies. He is a contributing poet for the online literary journal Image Curve, and a performance poet with Rockland Poets. When he's not writing, Frank works as a special education high school teacher in the Bronx. When he's not working or writing, he enjoys time with his family, meditation, hiking, practicing tai chi and geeking out to Star Wars, Marvel Cinema and any other Sci-Fi/Fantasy film and TV worth seeing.

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