surrender

i saw you
in the sky,
caught up
in that wild
funnel of wind.
that tornado
that took down
the power lines,
and sent
rooftops flying.
you were on
your broom,
laughing as
i held on to
my little dog
and tried to get
down into
the cellar.
your skin was
green, and you
were writing
something like
surrender stephen
in the sky. i
can't say that
i miss you at
all. good luck
with the landing.