thy local orchid

"It is a mainstay of the traditional Florida culture to get as absolutely fucked up as humanely possible during a hurricane. This is such an accepted practice that Budweiser has a specific pallet of booze it ships to Florida grocery stores in the grips of hurricane season..."

And suddenly the skies have turned to gray
i count no longer seas'nable or otherwise.
As in a dream my thoughts gleam brightly filigree,
distracted mostly from more trenchant woes.
Ready to claim world-ending butterfly poise
as i refuse with all & sundry argue
only to hide 'mongst legions i despise
in the effervescent-toxic conygry.
Say this is period grace, or say not yet
the die is cast. If i could only hold
firm on a train of purpose, saved & healed
by knowing there will be--whether a yacht
or a raft--just not those goddamned jellyfish.

The "wind" issue.