Over the weekend Minnesota saw four tornados wreak damage in rural areas, but, thankfully, there were no injuries.
The storms reminded me of a cyclone that ripped through north Minneapolis not so many years ago. It pummeled a part of the city that could least afford it.
Tornado
in that part of town
with gap-toothed houses, maws
boarded shut
For Sale and Foreclosed signs
creaking on too many blocks.
A liquor store looted even as the funnel
bullied its way down the street
barging into Cleo's hastily emptied Cafe
spintering tables into toothpicks
before bumping into a barbershop
ancient as its owner, sweeping up clippings
then ripped off the roof of a nearby clinic
exposing its cache of drugs like a favor
to marauders, one bad boy to another,
leaving in its wake intensified pressure
with one-room options
pluck and gutted in that part of town.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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