1. 11:17 22nd Mar 2013

    Notes: 3

    Tornado Warning

    The horses sense it at the county fair
    In purple clouds that gather in the east,
    A turning and a churning in the air.

    While buying funnel cake, we see a mare
    Stamp nervously despite her master’s pleas.
    The horses sense it at the county fair.

    We lean against the fence to watch. That’s where
    You say you recognize it on the breeze,
    A turning and a churning in the air.

    A solemn wind spins tangles in your hair.
    The mare breaks loose and in a scramble, flees.
    The horses sense it at the county fair:

    They knead the earth and whine, their nostrils flare.
    There’s something coming, just beyond the trees:
    A turning and a churning in the air.

    The men approach the frantic horse with care –
    She kicks. You tug at me with urgency.
    The horses sense it at the county fair,
    A turning and a churning in the air.