The cyclone warning was bland:
Cyclone Emma was expected to land
Before night.
So we argued all day
Do we go or do we stay
And fight?
We stayed. We worked to clear
The lower levels of all our gear
With all our might;
But we gave up in dismay
When my shoes swam away.
19 April 2015
Submitted to the AllPoetry.com contest - prompt 'my shoes swam away'. It won Gold
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