Jimena

another hurricane
where will it go
to put on its show
radar is tracking its twirls
in the baja curls
like a baton twirls
some last and some fizzle
but all bring wind rain and drizzle
and if they come your way
don't make your day
each on its own track
does not look back
landing with force
staying on course
the eye watching and wanting
chewing with force
the helpless land holding its prey
floods and folly it reaps
promises it keeps and then it sleeps
declared a remnant by the weather guy
Jimena closed its eye
and said goodby