Slow Motion

I move in slow motion
while gusts of people blow,
twist around me and show
panic in tornado eyes,
feet spinning from the ground,
updrafts of angry air
to reach imagined skies.

I shelter from that confusing wind,
the devastation of its vortex path
ensuring I keep out of harm
and seek out a coffee cup
to keep things slow, relaxed and calm.

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Author: George McDermid

I scratch out poems, and the odd little tale. Mostly for my own amusement.

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