I SCOFF AND WATCH

It seems that
star newscasters
have to visit places
where hurricanes
transform a normal life
into chaos and catastrophe.

 

They may stand in water
wearing wading boots
as wind and rain
beat upon their waterproof outfits
that advertise their networks.

 

They tightly grip their microphones
lest they fly away.

Sometimes they allow
their wind blown hair
to reveal a storm’s ferocity.

 

It strikes me as insane
the way they enter
the center of a storm
to inform the likes
of you and me
about the grim reality
that is unfolding.

 

With a finger tip
I could hit the button
that turns my tv off
but even though I scoff
I watch.

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