Tuesday, April 24, 2012
one of the reasons i love tuesday nights
there is a
badly balanced low
off the coast tonight
it blows homeward the
welcome smell of early summer
turning late spring
it blows the metal and glass
of my light door shut
tight and fast
it blows the metal and glass
of my light door shut
fast and tight
the ocean roars
as the high beach becomes
viscous abrasive liquid
moving and churning
through wooden graves
beyond the bar
between there and
now
and in between
in ponds or deep ditches
the chatter of frogs sitting in
there's like a whole neighborhood of them
they live where the turtles are looking when
they cross my busy summer road
singing to each other
in hopes of
they have no idea what is coming
and they do not care
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