an old poem, an old drawing

Tornado Memory

from John Calhoun's line drawing

Thick tornado clouds swamp the sky,

gray and deep dirt brown,

hanging heavy over mahogany earth.

Tall and slender,

dressed in the same browns as the earth and sky,

a face turns towards the heavens

and watches the tornadoes coming.

I wanted to give the link to the drawing, which used to be on the web, but it's not out there now. It was a beautiful work. I loved it. Used to get on the net and just stare at it. Of course, that was six or so years ago. Maybe more.