After the Storm

After the storm
everyone comes out to see
what is left.

About this poem.

Started as these three lines. Built up to five stanzas, and whittled back to the first three lines. I should pay attention to myself.

The poem can be about physical storms, or the storms of life. There are always tourists.

The picture was taken after the most recent hurricane came through Cape Cod. Despite all the warning signs, we were all out there.

Tom