Saturday, August 5, 2017

9808. I MIGHT HEAR RUMBLES

I MIGHT HEAR RUMBLES
...The rolling of that ocean, the slamming
of those tides, the new rap of water on old
seawall wood. The big ship Death, I hear,
might too be rolling through. Like a tsunami,
before it advances in, pulling everything 
out first, with it. Watch out for what rolls
by you on the first wave out. It might
hit you hard again on the way back in.

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