Tail of a Typhoon
Whirling round the gulf of Thailand
tugging at the coasts and high land
blowing red dust at the sky
to choke the nose and sting the eye
then rain to wash it teeming down
and turn the streaming river brown
with silver trails where boats have passed.
Now, quite blown out and still at last.
poem by Brian Taylor
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