Hurricane Sandy Serenade, Part Two

storm poems

Haibun Poem

 

October 30th

Wisps of breeze and a steady drizzle replace the shearing winds and punishing torrent. Our trees stood. Branches, twigs and leaves litter both yards and the driveway. Our house is unharmed.

I put up shelves in our family room. Somehow I maintain more composure through this job. Even after a shelf collapses and a ceramic angel shatters on the hardwood floor. Even when I redesign the manufacturer’s template 3/16ths of an inch to correctly measure new anchor holes.

We head downstairs to Grandma’s level and light a fire that night. Frankie eats marshmallows and s’mores, which we made from the bitter chocolate we had. We play another game of Monopoly — this time on her coffee table. We — the adults, that is — dip Tawny port.

Then we all go to bed by 8:30. It’s dark, after all.

Sandy’s departure
an inventory of refuse
needs clearing

 

next: Hurricane Sandy Serenade, Part Three

previous: Hurricane Sandy Serenade, Part One

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photograph by Alex Holt

 

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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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