Tornado!

The fury
of a 
storm-
and then the
aftermath
the destruction
and debris,
those haphazard
heaps
and the realization
that everything's gone-
all that mattered,
had value
there's nothing to salvage-
not objects.
(Though thankfully,
your left with your
 life...)
And then you look closer
you walk gingerly
midst scrap and scatterings
bend down,
recognize
that photograph of a 
happy couple
frame bent, glass shattered,
you see the neighbor girl's mud-splattered
doll
suspended on a branch
and in front of you,
a shoe, 
heels,
they were your 
favorite-
now,
the other pair's gone
and you stumble among
ruined furniture,
broken, upended
chairs
tables
where families
sat, shared
and ate...
And there's a brand-new
sofa,
soaked,
upholstery spilling
forth..
And the shards of a vase,
(Just this morning it
held
purple gladiolus.)
Now,
the flowers disappeared...
Then your car,
your pride,
recently waxed,
transformed
into
a mangled,
misshapen hulk
of metal...
You shake your head,
cry
"No no."
(Though thankfully-
you're left with your
life...)