his last hurricane

after thirty

odd years of preparing

for the next

hurricane.

he finally gives up and says

the hell with it.

he doesn't board

the windows,

or batten down the hatches.

he doesn't

wrap the trees,

he doesn't run out

for food

and water, candles

and

batteries.

he ignores the sirens

and

the evacuation warnings.

this time he plants

himself on the front porch

and says,

i here i am,

you want me,

go ahead, take your

best shot.