HURRICANE ANDREW

The turbulent storm,

took the form

of a hurricane.

In vane,

robbed the ocean

of all treasure

in one motion

that no one could measure.

Gone are things from the past,
that were not put there fast all 

forever gone

and done

by a turbulent storm

that left no form.

Leaving only traces,

of past faces

in its eye,

left to die.